Pluses and minuses

+ My fish is doing just fine after my vacation!

+/- This is both good and bad: I have a two-day "retreat" thing with my department on Thursday and Friday. Good because it's not actual work (not in my office, either) and we also get fed. Bad because it's a lot of listening to people talk and because there's work I need to do.

+ pierceheart and I have reservations at Craigie On Main for my birthday dinner. It's the new location of Craigie Street Bistrot. It's supposed to be very good. Check out the menu! Also look at their cocktail menu. Very inventive. I am totally psyched. I thought about Harvest instead, but they seem to be getting very mixed reviews lately. It sounds like although they have great ideas on their menu, the actual execution of the dishes leaves something to be desired. Too bad.

+ We're working our way through season 2 of Battlestar Galactica now. Damn, that show is full of drama and action. Nifty. Never a dull moment.

+ Wednesday, I need to get my butt out to Woolcott & Co. to use that gift card my manager gave me. That means that I need to make some plans about what I want to knit. This will be a gift, not something for me.

Boy, this is really mostly positives today. Let's hope it continues.

Just ducky, thanks!

Found in an article during research:

"In addition to her oxtail stew, Ms Chan specialises in traditional Chinese dishes like braised duck (lor ah) and roast pork."

Lor ah? Laura? Great: if I ever go to China, I'm braised duck!

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Getting those "gee, I miss dating" blues again. Still completely unsure whether I want to do something about it. Partly (mostly?) because I'm not sure that a decision to do something about it would lead anywhere productive. It's not like there's been a huge influx of poly men into the Boston area since I was last hoping to find someone to date, after all.

Meh.

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OK, I wasn't going to dwell on the meh anymore, but I had to say this, inspired by the meh as seen from the sardonic little observer in my brain:

There is something almost entertainingly pathetic about sitting at home with the cat, wearing pink reindeer pajamas¹, and drinking a champagne cocktail. I feel like Bridget Fucking Jones or something. I should be emptying the dishwasher now, but I think I'll go watch trashy TV instead (by which I generally mean Law and Order or a cooking show).

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1. Not my fault. They are the Christmas Pajamas. My mom buys matching pajamas for herself, me, and my sister every year to wear on Christmas morning. These are this year's batch. They are comfy, at least, though hideous.