Try eating omelettes now, Denver.

I hate mouth ulcers!!! >:( Or cantankerous sores like they call them in the States. That sounds like it should be a dinosaur. 

CANTANKEROUSSAURUS!!!

 And you never get just one. You get at least 4. 

I hardly ever go out anymore. Going out means dinner in restaurants, possible alcohol consumption, and subsequent bingeing and/or anxiety attacks. And in general, I don't feel as social as I did a few years ago. I'm too tired. 

On Mondays, I go to a writing group. Or workshop. Or something. We gather in either the Montclair High School or in someone's house, and sit and do writing exercises and then read our stuff aloud to each other, and comment on each other's writing (positive feedback only). It's awesome. I've been doing this pretty much non-stop since last August, with maybe the odd break of 2 weeks. 

It's basically me and 6-12 other women between the ages of 40-something and 70. We're actually getting cliquey now. The same bunch of 7 of us have been in these groups together since the beginning, and I think we're scaring away the new people. We actually had a BOY join up in the beginning of March (!!!). He was probably my age. And we got a new girl around my age as well. They've both skipped the last 2 Mondays. I've gotten to be pretty good buddies with two of the women in particular, and we're planning a bird-watching adventure when the weather gets warmer.

Little Sis and Mum seem to think this is funny. 

I'm in the process of Reorganizing my bedroom. 

What that really means is that at some point in the recent past, I began obsessing over a particular portion of my Hoard (current phase: My Little Ponies). I took all of them out. Admired them. Cleaned them up and made them look extra pretty. Compulsively purchased more. And during this stage, the My Little Ponies slowly took over my entire bedroom. 

Mum said it best: "Your room looks like a My Little Pony stud farm."

I justify this by saying, "I'm reorganizing them."

Mum catches on after a couple days, which means I start packing all of the ponies back up into their boxes to stuffing them under the bed. And maybe I'll eventually put away all the stuff that I just left laying around the room because I've been too preoccupied with the My Little Ponies to put anything away properly.

I do the same thing with books. My bookshelves get a complete makeover every few months, as far as which genres are in which section, and how they're arranged. The non-fiction is currently following a strange system in which the books are ordered by the rules of that game, the 6 Degrees of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. 

See if you can spot the pattern:

This weekend, I am going to try and clean. Properly clean. Even ::gasp:: throw things away. I might vlog it. There will be much flailing involved.




OMG, I ate CHEESE the other day! 


I made mini pizzas for myself and Little Sis. Took all of 2 minutes to make, and they were pretty delicious. (I will sometimes eat cooked mozzarella because it doesn't really have a flavor--these occasions are quite rare). 


To make:
I used those 100 calorie flat bread things; 1 tablespoon of marinara and 1/8 cup of shredded mozzarella for each slice of bread, so your mini pizza is roughly 100 calories.

And you just pop it in the toaster oven for a few minutes, until the cheese melts. 

I think I overcooked them slightly, but if you like thin and crispy pizza dough, then they came out perfect.