Huge Tracts of Land

Not a great day so far. It's my one day to sleep in - didn't get any last weekend, since Chris was on call, and won't get any next weekend, as he's on call again. So imagine my delight at being woken up early by Daniel asking me what I wanted for breakfast.

What did I want for breakfast? More sleep, damnit.

Awful night last night. Went to bed nice and late, after one of the worst fights we've had in a long time.

And today I'm plunging into Property study. Woo-hoo. If I was much more excited about it, I'd be in a coma.

And then I saw this, which would normally just make me roll my eyes, but... what the hell is wrong with people?

BTW, am I the only one who thinks that if the kid had called another kid a faggot derisively, nobody would have much cared?

Anyway. Time to plunge back into drudgery.

( Property is nine-tenths of my life )

EAT the MEAT

I've just been to one of the more terrifying websites ever, the Gallery of Regrettable Food. It's a collection of old (1920-1960) cookbooks with snarky commentary on the side. Courtesy of my friend Sarah, she who was gracious enough to share the Despair.com website with me a little while ago. Sarah, where do you get these things?

Must-see parts of the site: Party Cake Houses and Meat! Meat! Meat!.

heathers, why am I thinking of you as I post these links? Perhaps I'm still traumatized from your pumelo pictures ;)