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Work is a little annoying so far this week. I'm dealing with both brokers and store staff who either don't seem to know what the hell they're doing or keep looping in all stores to pointless shit. It's driving me a little crazy. Get your shit together, or slow your roll, as appropriate to your situation, dipshits!
Anyway Shobhit made a lentil dish and a potato dish for dinner last night and both were notably delicious. Shobhit has a well-deserved reputation for cooking delicious meals, but to be perfectly honest, I rately find lentil dishes to be all that special. Well, he managed it with this one.
We spent the evening watching more TV. This week's episode of
The Gilded Age on HBO Max, then two episodes of
Space Force on Netflix. Then I went to the bedroom to work on updating Apple Music playlists. I've gotten through C in the alphabet! Cyndy Lauper, three playlists for her. D is next. At this rate I'll get them all reconstructed by . . . the end of the year? Maybe?
I did tell Shobhit about the reputation the HBO series
Euphoria has gotten for its apparently rampant full frontal male nudity. He searched for it soon after I went to the bedroom and found the latest episode airing live. He didn't encounter any penises, but it did find a sex scene in which a guy was with a woman but fantasizing about being with a man. It looks like we'll be checking out that show soon. Laney just recently recommended it to me, in fact, and that was a recommendation irrespective of the penises (although she did mention them).
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Oh! The news of the day: it actually snowed last night. Not a lot, but enough—"
just a trace" at the airport this morning, but where I was in Seattle, walking between Capitol Hill and downtown and the waterfront, it was slightly more than just a dusting. I got a few photos of noticeable snow accumulation, albeit with blades of grass still sticking up out of it.
I took six photos walking from downtown to the office this morning. It'll make for an unusuall small photo album on Flickr, but once I get home I'll still make one, to add to my
history of snow galleries.
—THIS JUST IN: My day is not getting any better. Thanks to an idiot vendor who sent me fucked up new item information, I will soon have to re-enter the same new items a third time. The same vendor has sent stores white chocolate rubber duckies—and how about we stop for a minute right there. Are these supposed to be Easter candy? I am beyond mystified. And their mere existence isn't even the issue. The issue is that they were delivered with the wrong labels, identifying them as "decorated chickens." That makes more sense, I guess, for the suggestion of eggs for Easter, maybe? Except the eggs are supposed to come from an Easter
bunny, not a chicken! Why are
these the seasona candies getting delivered right now? Seriously. What the fuck?
I feel as though I am on the verge of a murderous rampage.
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[posted 12:34 pm]
