truepenny is smart about first person narrators.
ogre_san knows how it works. That thumping sound is his head hitting the wall.
Ow. My butt hurts. Also, my feet.
I may be getting mo' broken, but I refuse to grow up, dammit. (I slept on the sofa last night because I was too tired to go to bed. The old grey mare, etc etc.)
Pictures still forthcoming.
(I am at best a hobby goth, rather than a lifestyle goth. But I've been a hobby goth since goths were Pretentious Art Fags, so I figure I have as much gothcred as I m ever likely to need. Even if I don't know most of the music these crazy kids listen to.
The DJs last night were on sort of a Goth Classic rotation, though, so it was all good.)
Stir-fried buffalo chicken for lunch, which is something I just invented because I was craving Buffalo wings and didn't want all that fat.
I put a drizzle of olive oil in the bottom of my wok and heated it. Stir-fried a cubed chicken breast until it was done, then added sliced raw carrots and celery and turned the heat off. On top of all this, a couple of pats of butter (about a tablespoon, all told) and Frank's Red Hot to taste (They call Frank's something else on the Left Coast, like the great Edy's / Dwyer's divide, but it's still "Red Hot." Accept no substitutes for authentic Buffalo chicken taste.) A couple of leaves of rosemary, and stir to combine.
Serve over hot sticky rice with a dollop of blue cheese dressing.