I crashed early last night. I was in bed by 9:00, and pretty much asleep by 10, so I got noting of any consequence done, except maybe for healing a little.

( Healing is good.Collapse )

Dinner tonight at the House of Artemis. I cooked, if you can really call it cooking. I made little health pizzoids with lowfat english muffins and turkey pepperoni, and they ended up tasting like something that you'd get at a California tapas bar. Too much pesto, probably. It was an experiment, gleaned from an episode of Extra! that was on after I got home a few days ago. I need to do some refining to get the taste better, and there is enough stuff left over to make a decent go of it.
And there is beer. I picked up a six of Hacker-Pschorr, only to discover that it was the Edelhell and not the Weißbier. Disappointing, but I'll live.

Sleepy now.