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FIC REC! ganked from unanon

violet_quill's What Really Happened 2.0, or How Aziraphale Learned to Stop Worrying and Start Loving the Porn Rated PG. Good Omens satire of the recent LJ kerfuffle. hee! :D

I made dinner tonight. I can't remember the last time I made dinner. I used to make dinner every night. Lately I have been eating a rice cake or a saltine while David eats dinner at work and is there until 1:30 in the morning (well, that only happened once.) I threw together a pasta with pesto and fresh tomatoes. A drizzle of aged balsamic vinegar and sprinkled with my fancy new Maldon salt. It was the best thing I have eaten in ages. I think it was because of the salt.

David bought fresh blueberries and I have been staring at them all week and craving scones. Blueberry scones. So I actually made them. I used to work in a bakery. I made hundreds of scones at a time. So six scones? Not a huge challenge normally. They way I have been feeling lately (like a moldy dishrag - but less lively) it was a bit of challange. But I did it. I'd share a photo but I can't upload photos to LJ anymore and I don't have another place set up to post photos and I used all my energy to make the scones. Besides I'm sure you've all seen scones before.

I guess the cymbalta is helping somewhat. The nausea is much better this week. I'm still having bouts of queasy, ew food, gack. But I can eat somewhat. I guess the good thing about it is that I have lost almost 8 pounds in the last 2 weeks. The zoloft made me gain weight and the cymbalta makes me drop it. *facepalm* The cymbalta is not helping with the fibro pain though, or the insomnia, or the arthritis, or the IBS. I'm a fucking ray of sunshine.

But this made me laugh and laugh: