A bit of beef tongue and a cup of coffee. Now I feel like I'm about to throw it all up on my keyboard. The meat went down fine. The coffee went down fine. I just went downstairs to the bathroom and now I feel awful. Very, very awful.
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Let's see: this weekend I watched Brokeback Mountain - finally. Slept 12 hours straight. Cleaned the kitchen. Stripped the bed, folded the laundry, crocheted, swept, vacuumed. And vacuumed. And vacuumed.
Did 6 loads of laundry. Built two flower beds, made a "pad" site for the smoker. Got things ready for the railing. Cleaned out the laundry room. Rearranged the artwork. Organized the shed. Wiped out the inside of the fridge.
Mowed the lawn. Pulled some weeds.
Baked rabbits, made mashed potatoes, cooked Italian vegetables, roasted pork steaks, seared lamb breast, cooked lentils and beans, made pink sauce and ate rice pasta.
Oh, and I also began to clean up after Ramon, sell his things on the Internet, visit the Deep Ellum Arts Festival. And shop for groceries.
Then, I watched Snake Eyes, Sin City and The North Country.
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I love Charlize Theron.
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The crazy thing is, I still have to vacuum two rooms, mop five, dust, weed eat and put away the lawn mower, wash two sinks full of dishes, launder my curtains and clean my bathroom. It just never ends.
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