Plans in lieu of massive whining.

I could go start the soup.

I plan to make bean and chicken soup.  There's this bean mix bag (a mix of beans, not like beans from scratch) (heh), and then chicken (and chicken broth), and then some veggies.  Garlic, and some ground ginger, and some wasabi, since spice helped last time, but I dislike oil-based spice.  Although a teensy bit of red pepper couldn't hurt.  I think I used both last time.

The good of this is that (a) the various things in this soup are generally regarded as good for colds (chicken soup, ginger, spice, garlic, fluids), (b) food is good, and (c) I'm trying to cut down on OTC meds, since if nothing else, apparently everything has acetaminophen in it, and that's just creepy.

Just the thought of doing this is making me cryingly tired.  Tired, I remind the court, != sleepy.  But, investing in making a decent amount of soup means less cooking for me for today and tomorrow.

In the future, I plan to try to drink more fluids, take a multivitamin once a day, work on my sleeping habits, and keep various good-for-health things nearby so I don't have to go to the store all the goddamn time.

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Still sick.  Today I am crabby - so why am I talking to people?  My head did not fully restart.  Feels like I'm running on the command line today.

I have sorted through most of my yarn, so a bit more to go and then I'm done.  The living room is v. full.

Ocho has decided today to be a very lovey cat.  This confuses me.  "WOE IS ME WOE WOE I ARE LONELY-- oh! hello! *preet!*"  Doof.

I should go get the beans started.  They need to cook for a couple of hours, so.

Mmf.

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I think the thing is, I get lonely for attention when I'm sick, but my introversion threshold is waaay lowered when sick.  So it's like, "Come talk to me... okay, go away."

I managed to make bean soup with chicken, that I cooked myself, without crying, passing out, or setting anything on fire.  Go me!  I added enough pepper (red and black) and wasabi to make it spicy enough to penetrate.  Worked last time.

I'm torn between wanting death and kind of wanting whiskey.  This is unusual because I usually don't like whiskey.

I can never use those avatar makers, because I can never get the hair right.  I get too picky.  Plus the necks are universally teeny, and mine... isn't.

A request: please, for my distraction, link to avatar-makers you know about.  I'm bored and sufficiently all-surface to want to do something finicky and ultimate unimportant.

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I don't have a hat, but I don't like any of the hair choices.  Apart from that, I am wearing exactly that.

I separated all my non-store yarn, and some store yarn.  I have two bins of "go away", one of "once I've frogged it, go away", and three bins of "mine mine".  This is ignoring the shoe holder upstairs that holds my store yarn that I have to review.  *cough*

*cough cough cough cough hack die*

I may cull more yarn out of my "mine mine" pile, but it is so pretty.  Why would I let lavendar ribbon yarn go on purpose?

I wish I knew what to do with umpteen pounds of chunky-weight wool.  I feel like I'm appreciating it without actually having a use for it.