Awright awright awright awright
It was a bit like letting frozen man goo drizzle down my hair; an experience I would not recommend.
Today I'm wearing a collared shirt but I don't like the cuffs all tight up on my wrists. I have been told the "Style", whatever that means, is to roll them back unbuttoned, but now they feel kind of floppy and I suspect I should be wearing a medallion. Further analysis is required.
I made a roast yesterday. I was looking forward to it all day as I had not eaten lunch. I first tried my hand at roastage a few weeks ago simply because I had yet to use my slow cooker. I was surprised at how good my "Mom" Food turned out. So now I was on a quest to "Make More Roasts" I guess.
Anyway, I was slobbering all over myself yesterday, thinking about how good it will taste.
Coworker: "Hey Sin, what's up?"
ST: "I have a roast going at home right now."
Coworker: "Well tha- that's uh, great!"
ST: "It's going to be so good dude. It's going to be so delicious! Can't you just feel it?!"
I probably shouldn't have shaken him by his shoulders at that point in our conversation.
So, imagine my disappointment when it was good and tender but kind of bland. Nothing at all like what I'd pulled off last time. More experiments will have to be done if my arteries can take it.
You shouldn't have to add Worcestershire sauce to a finished roast. That's not right.
I have a 4 day weekend this weekend; it's pretty much a good thing. I will walk, spend time with the SO, party all the time, maybe play gamecube, do some writing. So much potential I'm about to wet myself.
I have less to say than I thought I would. Um, see you guys I guess.
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