One drink I'm missing (because of my pledge to my bones) is my Sprite and Jameson. I kind of solved that dilemma by cutting open the juice boxes I have on hand for my nephews. Fruit punch juice box and Jameson? As disgusting as it sounds. Newman's Own lemonade juice box and Jameson? Very tasty.
I feel guilty for taking the beverages out of the mouths of babes, but guilt's a waste of emotion. When my sister brought El Destructo over yesterday, he took the last lemonade juice box (spurning the fruit punch, of course) and promptly spilled it all over himself. I don't even know how he did that.
I've also made it my mission to make excellent chai ice tea. This quest is like scaling Mount Doom. After following the directions on the box and devoting fifteen minutes for the making and a good hour for the cooling, I ended up with weakass, piss-tasting chai.
No, it didn't actually taste like piss. It just made me feel like I was drinking piss. The evil fairy in my head whispered, See, that's what happens. You spend all this time and it's all for nothing.
To that evil fairy, I say No. As the heavens are my witness, I'm going to have a decent glass of chai ice tea without resorting to coffee shops.
My last obssesion was to get twenty-five percent on Mindsweeper, and before the virus ate my computer, I managed thirty percent. A bit of irony is that it took me a shitload of games to get to thirty percent (if you're thinking a thousand, add some more to that), but now (because of the virus and a reload) I'm at sixty-four percent with thirty games.
You might scoff at my ineptitude, but keep in that I'm not a logical or spatially aware person. Sixty-four percent is pretty impressive to me.
I'm also revving up to recap CAN'T HARDLY WAIT. I kind of want to start recapping TRUE BLOOD, so I need the practice. Recapping is a tricky mistress, and it's my mission to own that bitch.