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psalm_onethirtyoneArgh. Mum and da' had a dinner party to-night, and I was in charge of clean-up. It is incredible the number of wine glasses ten adults can use in the space of four hours. Also, coffee cups. Also water glasses, small plates, large plates, knives, spoons, and forks. Besides all this, I washed all the large serving dishes and put away the leftovers, found plastic containers for certain people's foodstuffs, and organised cling wrap and tin foil distribution.
Champagne flutes are really annoying to wash, because one must use the part of the faucet that sprays rather than the tap. The wine glasses were rather unwieldy, too, because there were the large-bowled ones, that weren't so hard to wash, and then the smaller bowls, and finally the teeny tiny Italians ones that I've broken before in the past and have been threatened about breaking any more.
On the plus side, I love cleaning, and it kept me out of the way of the Horribles all evening long.
Unfortunately, my hands are so incredibly chapped, and my back hurts. I still don't know why it hurts my back to wash dishes, but it does. Gawd.
Anyhow, my diet is dead again because of chickpeas, which I overindulge in every single time they're made. I shall have to be incredibly good the rest of the week, and probably get out and exercise more to-morrow and Tuesday. I can do that. No, really. I walked an hour and a half last Tuesday, and nothing shall stop me from doing the same this, except for, you know, life.
At any rate. I am extremely tired to-night, and to-morrow is All Saint's Day at church, which means I must get up very early and get my La Pucelle outfit ready by eight-thirty, so I won't be on AIM to-night. Am going to bed very shortly. Cannot deal with life. Cannot deal with anything at all.
Very occasionally, I feel as though I am in charge of myself and my life, and, despite the above paragraph and several statements, to-day is one of those days. I could so organise my world if I wanted to. I'm just enjoying letting other people organise it for me at present.
EDIT: By the way, I tested a burner to-day to see if it was on by putting my hand down on it. Now my hand hurts, and I have come yet again to realise that my survival instinct is nonexistent.
Champagne flutes are really annoying to wash, because one must use the part of the faucet that sprays rather than the tap. The wine glasses were rather unwieldy, too, because there were the large-bowled ones, that weren't so hard to wash, and then the smaller bowls, and finally the teeny tiny Italians ones that I've broken before in the past and have been threatened about breaking any more.
On the plus side, I love cleaning, and it kept me out of the way of the Horribles all evening long.
Unfortunately, my hands are so incredibly chapped, and my back hurts. I still don't know why it hurts my back to wash dishes, but it does. Gawd.
Anyhow, my diet is dead again because of chickpeas, which I overindulge in every single time they're made. I shall have to be incredibly good the rest of the week, and probably get out and exercise more to-morrow and Tuesday. I can do that. No, really. I walked an hour and a half last Tuesday, and nothing shall stop me from doing the same this, except for, you know, life.
At any rate. I am extremely tired to-night, and to-morrow is All Saint's Day at church, which means I must get up very early and get my La Pucelle outfit ready by eight-thirty, so I won't be on AIM to-night. Am going to bed very shortly. Cannot deal with life. Cannot deal with anything at all.
Very occasionally, I feel as though I am in charge of myself and my life, and, despite the above paragraph and several statements, to-day is one of those days. I could so organise my world if I wanted to. I'm just enjoying letting other people organise it for me at present.
EDIT: By the way, I tested a burner to-day to see if it was on by putting my hand down on it. Now my hand hurts, and I have come yet again to realise that my survival instinct is nonexistent.
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Date: 2004-11-06 11:11 pm (UTC)Chickpeas are a rather innocent food to be indulging in, unless they're cooked in whale blubber or something. I eat 'em instead of lentils (which turn me into the Hindenberg) and soy beans (same effect in a different way - they're high in fat).
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Date: 2004-11-07 07:22 pm (UTC)Um, they're Moroccan, so they're cooked with chicken in tomatoes and raisins and some spices. They're really, really good, and on my diet two points for half a cup, when usually I eat them a cup a day.
Chickpeas in general, though, are just about the yummiest thing I can think of. ^^
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Date: 2004-11-08 12:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-08 07:08 pm (UTC)