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December
24, 2005. I am frustrated with the lack of freedom of not having a car. But that's OK, because I took leftover red potatoes and then pressed some fresh garlic cloves (I always think fondly of my friend Erin when I do this, because she sent the press to me as a housewarming gift when I first moved into this apartment) into a pan with a little melted butter, and then let the potatoes heat up nice and piping hot as coffee brewed, and lemon pepper egg cooked away in the tiny saucepan. Soy milk works better in coffee than rice milk, which is something I did not know for a long time. The rice milk gets sort of assimilated into the hot liquid, and gives it a slightly cloudy aspect, whereas the soy actually acts more creamy, and cools the coffee off perfectly so that I can sweeten it and quaff it right then and there. A savory breakfast and then some incense and candles to banish the garlic (or, at least, temper it a bit, hoo whee), and then various household duties conducted in the living room so that I could pop in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and start watching that -- the normalcy and the doing of things sort of keeps the chill at bay. Trillian is way, way cute, man. The snow has nearly melted outside. What were tricky, knee-high drifts of tire-tread-slidiness around my car are now narrow, dirty strips of crumbly ice. I took an impromptu nap when I got home from work yesterday afternoon (we got to leave three hours early!), and noticed how quickly I was able to generate enough body heat to sleep soundly, and keep warm until I awoke. Thanks to my friend Ariock, I now have Karaoke Revolution Vol. 3, which arrived in a deceptively plain bubble mailer a few days ago. Apparently, I also have a microphone on the way. I am a little tiny bit nervous because I can't remember if I requested the other volumes in the set for my stepfam grab bag, or not. I generally try to keep the Amazon wishlist separate from anything I request from the stepgrab for obvious reasons, but I think it will all work out, anyway. If I happen to get another volume 3, I can try and trade it. Soon I'll be hopping on the bus and then the train to get out to my mom's. It's been nice not to have to drive lately, since I literally can't, but even though I never used my car much (63K on the odometer when I bought it 9 years ago, it now reads 107K), there are holidays and rehearsals and things that fall way outside the scope of what the CTA can provide. I've been noticing, now, a sort of subconscious effort to meditate when I start to get anxious over it. So far, it's working. But hey, pierogis tonight, and oplatek, and the chaos that descends when it's time for the younger family members to open their gifts. Fa la la. go
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