hey, there

So I haven't managed yet how to get all my songs over from the old sucky computer to the shiny new one -- leaving, as you can imagine, a small music-shaped hole in my life. Anyone want to take pity on a girl and do the "send one song on over via yousendit.com" thing? You can send it on to schmerica@gmail.com, and I'll think you're the bee's knees.

The full day one of WEEK OF LEISURE seems to be proceeding nicely. So far, lounging and computer and shower; later, I think, Invader Zim watching, cooking, and an exciting and challenging trip the six blocks to the Plaid Pantry to obtain more Coke supplies.

petty petty annoyance!

I curled up on the couch and watched Invader Zim for most of the afternoon. It's getting late, though, so I just headed into the kitchen to start thinking about making dinner. I was thinking about what food is still in the house, and I suddenly realized exactly what I was having a craving for, and that we had all the ingredients. So I got out all my cookbooks and started looking for the recipe and then realized -- I don't own the cookbook with it in it. It's Supper Onion Pie from Nigella Lawson's How to Be a Domestic Goddess which is actually a book I've read and tried recipes from, but not bought.

Quick google search doesn't bring it up online, either. Pooey!

Hmmph. Back to scratch for dinner.

mostly gip

So, yes, I have given in to the lure of the Invader Zim icons. I excuse to myself, though, with the explanation that I really do *need* a cooking icon, and this one will work perfectly.

All of you who sent me music earlier today -- thank you very very much! I really appreciate it. Between those, rereading all of mosca's mp3 rec entries, and scrounging through all of fox1013's 90s crap, the music shaped hole is filling up nicely.

And, just to confirm -- LJ is acting a little wacky, yeah? It's sending me most of my comments, but keeping just enough to make me confused. Hmm.