Cooking Is Fun

[caption id="attachment_358" align="aligncenter" width="480" caption=""It's all gone quiet." said Roobarb. "Too quiet." said Custard."]Don't let your dog make rhubarb and custard[/caption]

Day One

Upset stomach, bathroom, wash hands, upset stomach, bathroom, wash hands, blackcurrant drink (the electrolyte kind, replaces your depleted water and body salts), Lomotil, bathroom, wash hands, random chest/lung pain, upset stomach, bathroom, wash hands, drink, generally feel unwell, pooter, microblog, pooter, microblog, UPSET STOMACH, go to bathroom, wash hands, go to sleep.

Day One

Wake on two hours sleep, cry, no cough, no coffee, no cereal, no blow, walk around, bathroom, wash hands, electrolytes, Lomotil, stuff kleenex up nose, wash hands, nap, more stuff up nose, wash hands, try to eat, nap, wake up not eating, nap, drain, wash hands, read side effects, load Spotify, make playlist for neckbeard people, no dinner, dry toast, change clothes, blow nose, sniffle, cry, take Lomotil, sleep. But not before Lomotil Poodle visits and makes a few suggestions, like “you should shit in your pants and install Windows!” Ignore Lomotil Poodle, sleep.

Day One

Sleep fitfully for 3 hours, wake up way past 3 am, no breakfast, forget to drink coffee, try to get up, curse the darkness, lay on bed, groan, move to sofa, groan, go back to bed, sleep, groan, cry, rumble, bathroom, wash hands, cry, rumble, bucket, wash hands, sleep, get up before lighttime, stare at food, groan, find out you’ve had another shift, wash clothes, wash hands: “5AM – ???”; consider career as sith and/or Lomotil Poodle, complain to no one in particular, no beer, chocolate croissants, inevitable comeback, mood improving, intestines still, (there may or may not have been dancing at this point), spin superhits of the Super 80s, “neckbeard guy from identi.ca thanks you for the Awesome Cool,” thank them for their support by playing Robert Smith whining over Gothic new wave, juice, microblog, soup, dry bread, microblog, Lomotil, sleep.

Day Two

Stay home. Sleep. Think about how much fun it is cooking rhubarb.

[caption id="attachment_360" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="I didn't have any custard."]Rhubarb and mustard[/caption]

With apologies and credit due to Frankenstein Jones' 'How To Double Your Blog Readership In One Mighty Pretty Cute Cat Picture Post'.

Disclaimer: no kittens were harmed during the making of this blog post.

Day One Sore throat, packing, sore throat, packing, cough drops (the mediciney kind, makes your throat numb for a whole hour), packing, driving, random ear/sinus pain, sore throat, driving, getting lost, earhurt, tent building activities, food, beer, talk, beer, talk, SORE THROAT, go to sleep. Day Two Wake on two hours sleep, sniffle, cough, coffee, eat cereal, blow nose, walk around, drain sinuses, eat lunch, beer, wash dishes, stuff kleenex up nose, nap, more stuff up nose, try to breathe, nap, wake up not breathing, nap, drain, replace kleenex, find iPod, DJ for naked people, dinner, whisky, change clothes, blow nose, sniffle, cough, take Ambien, sleep. But not before Ambien Walrus visits and makes a few suggestions, like “you should get in your car and drive around!” Ignore Ambien Walrus, sleep. Day Three Sleep fitfully for 12 hours, wake up way past noon, miss breakfast, forget to drink coffee, try to get up, curse the sunlight, lay on table, groan, move to lawn, groan, go back to tent, sleep, groan, cough, shiver, fever, take ibuprofen, cough, shiver, blanket, sleep, get up before darktime, stare at food, groan, find out you’ve had another shift added to DJ list: “11PM – ???”; consider career as jedi and/or Ambien Walrus, complain to no one in particular, beer, chocolate, improbable comeback, mood improving, fever gone, (there may or may not have been dancing at this point), spin superhits of the Super 70s, “naked guy from hot tub thanks you for the Golden Earring,” thank them for their support by playing Mark E. Smith shouting over German techno, beer, talk, chocolate, klowns, talk, whisky, sleep. Day Four Drive home. Sleep. Think about how much fun it is camping with friends.
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