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Sep. 9th, 2003 05:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urocyon(Rather late) supper was a qualified success. I made my own version of a brown chicken jambalaya. This unexpectedly turned out a bit hot--hot enough, in fact, that my dad ate approximately two bites of it. Then again, he also perceives ginger and cumin, of all things, as unpleasantly hot. I enjoyed this batch, though. This time I also threw in a bit of fake crabmeat, figuring it would be tolerable if well-seasoned (the only other way I will eat it is in California rolls). This decision couldn't also have had anything to do with, erm, general frugality--wanting to reserve some of the chicken to use in soup with the leftover broth. ;)
Please excuse any extra tyops today. I am still groggy and a bit dizzy from starting back on the Evil Meds. The Topamax tastes nasty enough that every authority recommends against breaking the tablets, or I would titrate the dose back up, as i did in the beginning. I'm sure having to take muscle relaxants for my back this evening did not help with the grogginess. Ah well, from past experience (from insurance glitches leaving me medless for a couple of weeks), this should be gone in a week at most.
I didn't feel up to going out to eat at Mi Puerto--my favorite Mexican place in town-- with the family last night, mainly because of the sleepiness. Mentioning this does, however, provide a good opportunity to show the world (well, the portion thereof who look at my LJ) a truly horrendous photo I took of them outside the place about this time last year:
Left to right: Tim's wife Debbie; my uncle Tim (and yes, that *is* a face he's making); my cousin Cory (now 14--a.k.a. Giant Girl; my rather, erm, strange grandmother; my dad/stepfather; my mother
Front: my cousin Bryce, now 11 (whom one can only hope has spilled something in his lap; he does this frequently)
Otherwise, things are going reasonably well. I am missing I. rather badly, and have been in a mild funk, but not so badly as I expected. Sometimes I think I'm too private a person, not spilling enough here, particularly since perspectives/advice from people one doen't know well can also be very helpful.
I do have to admit, though, that especially since I haven't been feeling so good physically the past few days, all sorts of (likely normal and tedious) worries about the likelihood of a long-distance relationship working out have been running through my head. Even though I really want it to, to a degree which has actually surprised me. The difficulties have seemed greater, the obstacles less surmountable. I do hope that this improves when I'm back closer to "normal".
Feh. Writing when exhausted for several reasons and when in a poor frame of mind may not be the best idea.
Please excuse any extra tyops today. I am still groggy and a bit dizzy from starting back on the Evil Meds. The Topamax tastes nasty enough that every authority recommends against breaking the tablets, or I would titrate the dose back up, as i did in the beginning. I'm sure having to take muscle relaxants for my back this evening did not help with the grogginess. Ah well, from past experience (from insurance glitches leaving me medless for a couple of weeks), this should be gone in a week at most.
I didn't feel up to going out to eat at Mi Puerto--my favorite Mexican place in town-- with the family last night, mainly because of the sleepiness. Mentioning this does, however, provide a good opportunity to show the world (well, the portion thereof who look at my LJ) a truly horrendous photo I took of them outside the place about this time last year:
Left to right: Tim's wife Debbie; my uncle Tim (and yes, that *is* a face he's making); my cousin Cory (now 14--a.k.a. Giant Girl; my rather, erm, strange grandmother; my dad/stepfather; my mother
Front: my cousin Bryce, now 11 (whom one can only hope has spilled something in his lap; he does this frequently)
Otherwise, things are going reasonably well. I am missing I. rather badly, and have been in a mild funk, but not so badly as I expected. Sometimes I think I'm too private a person, not spilling enough here, particularly since perspectives/advice from people one doen't know well can also be very helpful.
I do have to admit, though, that especially since I haven't been feeling so good physically the past few days, all sorts of (likely normal and tedious) worries about the likelihood of a long-distance relationship working out have been running through my head. Even though I really want it to, to a degree which has actually surprised me. The difficulties have seemed greater, the obstacles less surmountable. I do hope that this improves when I'm back closer to "normal".
Feh. Writing when exhausted for several reasons and when in a poor frame of mind may not be the best idea.
