Chilli day is about to begin. One small kitchen, one giant pot of chilli. Let the chaos begin.

I could do that, but then I’d probably knock myself out by accidentally walking into a pole or something. And that’s only funny when you see someone else do it.

I don’t mind rain much when it’s not also freezing cold, but rain on the glasses is always a major problem.

Someone on the Woolworths reddit sub posted this pic, I thought it was too good not to share. Wonder if chef has any good butt hole recipes?

Mr Woof had a bit of a compulsive face licking problem when I first got him, so I had to advise him quite frequently that “no one likes a dog who can’t hold his licker”. It sunk in eventually, I haven’t had to use that one for years.

I refuse to accept Friday and will continue to live in Thursday evening until I’ve had a chance to go home and get some sleep.

But I do encourage everyone else to have a good Friday and I’ll catch up with you eventually!

I big pile of scrambled eggs, lots of crispy bacon, some garlic mushrooms and a couple of sausages, please.

mornin’ to you too. May the day ahead be filled with sunshine and rainbows.

If I wet my hair it gets it’s own towel, but sometimes I put my hair up so it doesn’t get wet and just use one towel.

Very true.

Although sometimes it is also ripping things apart so you can just move bits of it. Chemical reactions involve moving things on a molecular level. Sound is just a chain of things wobbling in a specific way. And the whole system can be stopped entirely by having a cat on your lap, which prevents all movement indefinitely.

I think tonight is a night for potat. With chilli and yummy things on top. I believe I even have spring onion available.

I have a feeling it was about something being planned by or for someone else, maybe. It seemed really important to me to hold on to that idea while the rest of the dream was slipping away, but I have absolutely no idea why. I think there was a much closer relationship between them than just being cooked within the same week, some sort of combination where they would become part of one single thing. It was an amazing solution to a vexing problem that I can no longer remember.

There is a good chance I will be eating both at some point during the week, but that applies to any random week, really.

I had many dreams I can’t remember. All I managed to hang onto when the alarm went off was the idea of BOTH hamburgers and sausages. But I have absolutely no context for this.

Delicious, but I almost choked on the hidden key. Does it unlock anything interesting?

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A reallly limey key lime pie, please

Miss Meow doesn’t care much about sneezes, as long as she is not directly on the lap. Mr Woof however considers it prudent to evacuate to another room in case there are further explosions to follow.

I have discovered I am excessively prejudiced when making decisions about what media to consume. I was reluctant to watch a new show recommended to me because the lead actor had a moustache. I decided with reluctance to give it a few minutes, and after it opened with the same actor jogging topless and I suddenly developed a desire to give it at least a few episodes.

Then today I was looking at library books and lost all interest in looking further at one when I say the author’s name was Christian. This over-enthusiastic judgement based on absolutely nothing may be the reason I have so much trouble finding things I want to watch/read.

I’d like some scones with jam and some nang-whipped cream, please.

Ah, nangs. A short-lived high with a side order of possible nerve damage, paralysis, incontinence and death. May also cause a desire for whipped cream.

Plus the new big bottles that are popular get dumped on the side of the road frequently and random people phone the fire brigade thinking they are dangerous hazardous waste and that’s annoying.

Delicious! Perfect pre-bed snack.