...said the only person who talked to me today.
Today was a wretch of a day brought about by my inability to get off the computer last night and go to bed, whereby I still woke up too early, whereby I let myself take a mid-morning nap, whereby I slept til past noon and screwed my entire day.
Like all babies, I need a proper schedule to be happy and productive. If the baby gets off her schedule the whole world suffers. As it turns out, I'm with no one but myself so I'm limited in who I can torture.
I spent all afternoon in my pajamas eating my way through everything in the apartment as I willed myself to write something, anything, before dusk when I was planning on finally getting outside to watch the sunset somewhere. Obviously, I kicked into gear the last hour and couldn't stop writing once the sun began to set. I got to a stopping point, threw on some clothes and ran outside to the nearest view-type place which happened to be Darling Harbour a quick 3 blocks away.
As close as it is, I hadn't been to the Harbour yet because everything I've done has been in the other direction. I was excited to go because in the Harbour sits Cockle Bay and I like the the name (tee hee).
When I got to the Darling Harbour I was impressed by the size but nothing else. It's the exact kind of cookie cutter touristy stuff I hate, all Hard Rock and Madame Toussaud's. I raced the sunset as I walked along the wharf trying to find something to take pictures of that might inspire me, but no luck. I started to get fussy.
As night fell, the light got better and I got a couple decent pictures but of nothing I cared about. I wandered around a bit longer, getting increasingly crabby, when I realized that if I didn't get chocolate soon I might have a nervous breakdown. And then it dawned on me: PMS. Awesome!
I don't know if every other chick is like this, but I'm always surprised by PMS. Pleasently surprised actually, because then I know I have a reason for feeling unsatisfied and insatiable (as opposed to the rest of the time I feel like this for no discernable reason beyond not being loved enough as a child - kidding Mom & Dad!!) and that reason is finite. Any PMSiness lasts until I eat chocolate and then I swear to God, I'm cured.
I decide to hit the grocery before I head home (to presumably work out. I had the best of intentions.) because there was a chocolate bar I'd been eying like teenager with a crush. But then I saw this:
That brown stuff pouring itself from glass funnel to beautiful glass funnel is chocolate! That is straight up Willy Wonka magic. I said goodbye to my workout and got a cup of warm liquid chocolate. WARM. LIQUID. CHOCOLATE. It was like someone melted a dream and put it in a cup for me. This was Demon Sauce.
I drank like a sailor on leave. I drank like it was mother's milk. I drank like I was drinking life itself. And when I got halfway done with my cup and started to feel sick, I kept drinking because I had to.
I still stopped by the grocery and got my chocolate bar because I had to. Now that I'm back home, chocolatathon behind me and eating kim chi of all things for dinner, I'm realizing there is a very decent chance I'll throw up later, but its all good. Because I'm satisfied and sated.
Thank you, Demon Sauce.
Today was a wretch of a day brought about by my inability to get off the computer last night and go to bed, whereby I still woke up too early, whereby I let myself take a mid-morning nap, whereby I slept til past noon and screwed my entire day.
Like all babies, I need a proper schedule to be happy and productive. If the baby gets off her schedule the whole world suffers. As it turns out, I'm with no one but myself so I'm limited in who I can torture.
I spent all afternoon in my pajamas eating my way through everything in the apartment as I willed myself to write something, anything, before dusk when I was planning on finally getting outside to watch the sunset somewhere. Obviously, I kicked into gear the last hour and couldn't stop writing once the sun began to set. I got to a stopping point, threw on some clothes and ran outside to the nearest view-type place which happened to be Darling Harbour a quick 3 blocks away.
As close as it is, I hadn't been to the Harbour yet because everything I've done has been in the other direction. I was excited to go because in the Harbour sits Cockle Bay and I like the the name (tee hee).
When I got to the Darling Harbour I was impressed by the size but nothing else. It's the exact kind of cookie cutter touristy stuff I hate, all Hard Rock and Madame Toussaud's. I raced the sunset as I walked along the wharf trying to find something to take pictures of that might inspire me, but no luck. I started to get fussy.
As night fell, the light got better and I got a couple decent pictures but of nothing I cared about. I wandered around a bit longer, getting increasingly crabby, when I realized that if I didn't get chocolate soon I might have a nervous breakdown. And then it dawned on me: PMS. Awesome!
I don't know if every other chick is like this, but I'm always surprised by PMS. Pleasently surprised actually, because then I know I have a reason for feeling unsatisfied and insatiable (as opposed to the rest of the time I feel like this for no discernable reason beyond not being loved enough as a child - kidding Mom & Dad!!) and that reason is finite. Any PMSiness lasts until I eat chocolate and then I swear to God, I'm cured.
I decide to hit the grocery before I head home (to presumably work out. I had the best of intentions.) because there was a chocolate bar I'd been eying like teenager with a crush. But then I saw this:
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| Princess Coco Chocolaterie |
I drank like a sailor on leave. I drank like it was mother's milk. I drank like I was drinking life itself. And when I got halfway done with my cup and started to feel sick, I kept drinking because I had to.
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| "chewy caramel fudge, crunchy balls & loads of chocolate" INDEED |
Thank you, Demon Sauce.
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| a cute dad tries to throw his toddler into Darling Harbour |
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| those numbers mean something probably |
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| Wolverine! my soon new-to-be best friend |
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| because this deserves another look i mentioned the brown stuff was CHOCOLATE, right??!?!? |
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