Argh. Twitch. Twitch. Toss. Squirm. Stretch.

Fuck.

Insomnia sucks goat balls.

I'm going to Irena's memorial today. It's at Palmer's. I suppose that's fitting, since we all hung out with her on the West Bank, and that's where we all know each other from ( Read more... )

So I dropped off a resume at Spoonriver today, which is the big, gourmet sit-down restaurant by the same chef as Cafe Brenda. They're hiring full-time line, starting garde-manger. It's right up my alley, though my traditional French is a little spare. Local, sustainable, healthy but not afraid of classic meat dishes (miso-glazed pork loin, duck ( Read more... )

The show last night was AWESOME! As brutally sleep-deprived as I was, I managed to make it to the club early, with all the food (except for the Thai salad, which I didn't have time to make). The Alter Der Ruine and WASTE guys were beyond grateful for real food, and made me blush 'til I thought my head would burst into flames with praise. They were ( Read more... )

So those of you in bands (or foodies ( Read more... )

It's nice out. I have the day off. My stomach seems to have stopped being evil from yesterday's stress. I have a few bucks to get bicycle parts.

Sounds like a plan.

Riding my bike 'til it hurts fixes almost as many things as very hot baths and naked jujitsu deathmatches.

Also, I like fixing things. It puts order back in my universe.

So, a good friend of mine from my West Bank days, who moved back to the Czech Republic, went missing at the end of February. Married, with an 18 month old daughter. She was only 28, and I was hoping she was just too stressed out and decided to run away for a while ( Read more... )

Sick. So sick. Flu. Dying ( Read more... )

So why couldn't the boiler have gone all 'splodey one of those days last week when it was 35? Huh ( Read more... )

Reason no. 234897298347 why I don't like the StupidBowl: Everyone and their freakin' mom came in for brunch, today. Got my ass handed to me. Plus, our dishwasher called in sick, so I got shanghaied into dishing as well as my standard brunch position as toast bitch/meat grabber/panini whore/the one who makes things pretty. So it was 8 hours of balls ( Read more... )