More Life

Today I:

* made Katy a big detailed grocery list
* gave her some instructions so she could (very kindly) do two things I needed for me at the bank (GOOD to have those done)
* dealt with the fallout from abandoner!room-mate, telling everyone, doing damage control, posting new ads w/ Katy and showing the house to three people/following up with them (HUGE amount of shit)
* fed the Christmas cakes brandy
* answered many an email
* did some dishes
* made/decorated three Pomanders for the tree (a traditional one, one that says 'Merry Xmas' in cloves, and a Star of David one just 'cause)
* helped Katy a little as she did more decoration--but mostly she did it all, tbh.
* figured out how to fit the caulk into the skeleton gun holster
* made gingerbread dough
* made sugar cookie dough
* made gingerbread house dough (this Joy of Cooking recipe went wonky and needed almost half a cup of water to hold it together--it looks fine now, and I'm more concerned w/ its tensile strength than its flavor, but I *do* wonder what went so wrong. Sas it that the molasses was English and thus different somehow? That I ran out and Morrisons had no more and I had to cut it with black treacle? That is was old as the hills? 
* Endured shitty, shitty migraine

For Halloween, I hope to finish this: http://www.doctorwhoscarf.com/pattern1.php

Can I knit?

Sort of. ish?


How will I possibly finish such a ginormous project in time?

I watch a lot of movies, attend a few classes, and will soon probably have a job reading essays. I multitask.


Where will you get the rest of the complicated costume ingredients?

Okay, how embarasing is it to realize I already own all of the costume elements and wear them regularly? Pretty humiliating. This show is like What Not To Wear, without the advice and the improvement.


How long did it take you to decide on the Series 12 scarf?

...it may or may have been like 45 minuites.


Why not just buy the goddamn thing?

I am so poor that I tried to put change into my own empty coffee cup today before I experienced a Lacanian mirror stage.


When will you stop making pointless French phsycoanalytic jokes?

*sigh* When I stop finding them funny.