One Girl Revolution

shadownex and nashoba_girl are coming in on Friday night, and I decided that I'd best get a jump-start on cleaning the apartment on Sunday.

Naturally, this means that we have a power outage. That lasts from 11am to 4pm. Because nothing can ever be easy, can it?

I had a good time on Sunday - a neighbor and I figured that since we weren't going to get much done in a deadened, dark apartment, we may as well go out and enjoy ourselves. We grabbed breakfast, saw The Simpsons Movie at the dollar theater, and had stuffed crust pizza. We arrived home at about 5:30. The good news was that the power had, in fact, been restored. The bad news was that my body can apparently no longer process stuffed crust pizza. I'm still suffering from a certain amount of intestinal distress.

Also, I have been fucking inundated with fruit flies. I have no idea how - I run a pretty tight ship when it comes to the kitchen, but it now appears that ANY produce scraps will have to be immediately put down the garbage disposal instead of in the trash. That's where the little bastards started, and now they're everywhere. It's like a recreation of the Fourth Plague if I dressed up a bunch of action figures in robes and made cardboard hovels and pyramids for them, then set up the thing on my counter top. It pisses me off, and I can't seem to get rid of the fuckers. They're too small to stick to fly paper, and they won't go into the juice trap I set for them. And I don't want to use bug spray in my kitchen, since, you know, pesticides tend to have a really pervasive, acrid taste that coats your tongue after a while. And my kung fu is apparently not fast enough to kill 'em with my bare hands, so now my friends are going to think that I live in pitiful squalor when no one else is around.

It'll give me fodder for the blog, anyway. Fucking hell.

I have no idea how I'm going to get things in order before the friends get here - the kitchen's clean, and there isn't filth going on, but I do need to clean the bathroom, get the laundry all sorted and put away, vacuum, and take care of the clutter in my room. Oh, and put that plastic sealing stuff on the windows, which is what I was going to do yesterday, but couldn't because I was busy doing laundry that I'd wanted to get done earlier.

And plan a menu. I want to have dinner ready for them when they come in on Friday. Because I'm missing Boy something fierce, and when that happens, I feel compelled to cook for people. No appetite on my end, but a need to cook. Really good stuff. The more elaborate, the better. I'm thinking of buying more pomegranates so I can improvise some sort of dessert (unless one of you has a recipe?) for them, but more importantly, so I can have a blast de-seeding the things. Most fun I've ever had with fruit. And it keeps me distracted, a good thing when you're flopping around like a fish out of water.

So I'll be a bit busy. How are you?