I wanna be a marshmallow

I am so cold. I don’t know why I’m so cold. I have many layers on, I just consumed a hot beverage, there is no windows open in the apartment… but still, I want to steal Jake’s hoodie (the one he is wearing right now! It’s all full of man-warmth and nice smells) and then dive under the bed covers and put more layers on top. And become a giant warm marshmallow. (I can’t believe, in the 6 years I’ve had this diary, that I have never used that ‘quote’ as a title. Didn’t use it in Cheese either! What the. Ooh, even weirder, I haven’t used the "we’re not incognito, there’s 3 of us!" quote either. Yes only Jenn and Ellen get this part, but that’s not the point. Unused sillyness!)

I am very fond of this image of me being weird, with a beard. It looks WAY more realistic than the other picture of me with a beard. I like that in both, I am doing ‘thinky beard’.

I was going to write yesterday, but then photo uploading took forever (all… 5 pictures) and then Lost happened and you HAVE to watch Lost when it’s on. It’s like… the rules.

Yesterday was an odd day. Jake had a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon, so instead of having his regular lunch break and going back down to work at 1pm, only to finish at 2… he just stayed there until 2. So I had this massive block of alone time, which is when I am most productive. Whipped up 2 curry chicken pot pies (still haven’t moved the other one to the freezer… I should do that as soon as I’m done here… silly tiny freezer full of other things) which is always a ton of fun because there are so many different cooking bits all combined into one awesome meal. I think we’ll have to make it for the family next time we are down there, on a coolish day if such exists. Hey, it can’t turn out as bad as the-nachos-with-the-unmelting-cheese-that-Natey-picked-out. Man that was crappy.

I did other things too, but I forget what they were.

As we were leaving the doctor’s, I mentioned to Jake my moment of ‘which side of the car do I sit in?’ …I usually am fine knowing which side of the car, of the road, to be on. It just gets confusing in tiny little parking lots and areas where I don’t know the roads. When I’m somewhere where I don’t know where I am I have to constantly remind myself that the driver goes in the centre of the road.

I’m very tangenty today. (Better than being cosine.)

I don’t really want this image being all HEY I’M RIGHT HERE! but look. It’s a turkey meatloaf wrapped in fancy-bacon-that-is-not-called-fancy-bacon-but-I-want-to-call-it-such.

Time for this Sez to go lay in the (hopefully) warm bed and read her book. I wish I had another book to read, the one I started yesterday is full of too many big words and my brain doesn’t want to concentrate on them lately so I end up reading the same sentence over and over again until I give up. I need more books. I’d go to the library, but I’m afraid that the books have been taken into the bathroom by the people who previously borrowed them and that thought makes me want to vomit so I’d rather just avoid that whole possibility.