"Some think him ill-tempered and queer"

Memo to self: living in constant pain can grind you down. You are no longer the paean to sweetness'n'light that you used to be. It would be as well to remember this, when you have to deal with other people. Or cats.

Memo to world: living in constant pain can grind me down. I am no longer the paean to sweetness'n'light that I used to be. Don't fuck with me, I'm not necessarily nice any more.

Memo to cats: ... oh, forget it.


In other news, I have apparently had my Alamein moment, in regard to wasabi peas. Before la_marquise_de_, I never had a victory, I could find them nowhere in Newcastle; since la_marquise_de_ I find them everywhere, hot and mild and so-far-undetermined. (As a sidebar to this: what is the virtue of mild wasabi? What's it for? Mac may like it, but I don't necessarily count that as a virtue...)

I have shopped in three Chinese supermarkets today, before and after working at the Lit & Phil. Sweetness'n'light may yet be recoverable...

PS

I forgot to mention (see herebefore, under "constant pain" etc), today is my half-birthday. I am L.5. This was supposed to be the weekend of my partying, on account of the incidence of L having gone by almost entirely unremarked due to the difficulties of that time; sadly, I forgot all about rearranging parties, on account of the difficulties of this time (see herebefore, constant pain, yada yada yada). Phooey. I shall crunch an extra wasabi pea or something. I would give the boys a treat, but they have taken that under advisement and into their own paws, and eaten all the treats.