Eor knew that I would want to have liver and onions while he was gone, because we have this truce around onions... I don't cook them and he sleeps with me. But when I showed him how little liver costs - ninety nine cents a pound - he considered trying it, if only I wouldn't cook it with onions. But what are you going to cook it with, then? Garlic? I would try it, I guess.
My brother Eightball called me last night, and his reaction to my looking forward to my 'treat meal' was 'mmmm. yum,.' in that not quite sarcastic or ironic way that he does it - it's kind of along the lines of he's trying to see how you might possibly like that, but it's not coming to him. Eightball does try to be open-minded.
This evening, though, after a long day of worrying about Hawk (the message he had left on my answering machine yesterday was just heartbreaking) and then a long conversation with him when I got home ("you were worried about my sorry ass?!" um yeah, you ARE my little brother!*) I almost wasn't up for cooking, or even eating much at all. Still, I'm glad I did. While it was cooking I did some dishes, and then sitting down to eat it... yum. :) Of course sometimes I think it's just an excuse to cook up a bunch of onions and peppers - if I didn't have liver I'd stick mushrooms in with them.
And I have more for lunch tomorrow. Plus still some leftover mashed potato. :)
Yeah, I can make myself happy over small things. Small matters of getting myself through the day and providing for myself. It's something. Keeps me from brooding too much on Eor not being here. Now I suppose I'll take a bunch of Advil and a Tylenol PM and read for a while until my head drops, and hope that I can sleep through the night.
I should have phoned Eightball back, because we really didn't talk enough last night, but I suppose it'll wait until Wednesday. I hope. Because he, also, is having woman trouble. He's trying to keep a stiff upper lip, but...
My brothers are both such sweet guys. Why do relationships not seem to work out for them? :(
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*and what his girlfriend has been doing sound really like emotional abuse.
ETA: why yes, this IS my own personal LJ and I feel perfectly comfortable posting absolutely mindnumbingly boring posts! ;)
My brother Eightball called me last night, and his reaction to my looking forward to my 'treat meal' was 'mmmm. yum,.' in that not quite sarcastic or ironic way that he does it - it's kind of along the lines of he's trying to see how you might possibly like that, but it's not coming to him. Eightball does try to be open-minded.
This evening, though, after a long day of worrying about Hawk (the message he had left on my answering machine yesterday was just heartbreaking) and then a long conversation with him when I got home ("you were worried about my sorry ass?!" um yeah, you ARE my little brother!*) I almost wasn't up for cooking, or even eating much at all. Still, I'm glad I did. While it was cooking I did some dishes, and then sitting down to eat it... yum. :) Of course sometimes I think it's just an excuse to cook up a bunch of onions and peppers - if I didn't have liver I'd stick mushrooms in with them.
And I have more for lunch tomorrow. Plus still some leftover mashed potato. :)
Yeah, I can make myself happy over small things. Small matters of getting myself through the day and providing for myself. It's something. Keeps me from brooding too much on Eor not being here. Now I suppose I'll take a bunch of Advil and a Tylenol PM and read for a while until my head drops, and hope that I can sleep through the night.
I should have phoned Eightball back, because we really didn't talk enough last night, but I suppose it'll wait until Wednesday. I hope. Because he, also, is having woman trouble. He's trying to keep a stiff upper lip, but...
My brothers are both such sweet guys. Why do relationships not seem to work out for them? :(
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*and what his girlfriend has been doing sound really like emotional abuse.
ETA: why yes, this IS my own personal LJ and I feel perfectly comfortable posting absolutely mindnumbingly boring posts! ;)
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