last night i made chana masala for dinner. pretty good for a first attempt but i really need a mortar and pestle. grinding coriander with the back of a knife sharpener does not a pestle make. i kept chewing through whole coriander seeds.
after putting elly to bed, i watched the presidential debates and drank a beer with my dinner. a 24oz sierra nevada. in the next 2 hours i also had a glass of champagne. 3 alcoholic units spread over 3.5 hours. i'd pass a breathalyser if i was driving.
so why did i spend most of the night puking? in between breaks from puking, i think i bothered so_sporktastic
and sashi on gtalk. i have no idea what i said but i'm sure it made no sense. i kept trying to go to bed but every time i was horizontal i'd get back up to go vomit.
elly woke up at her usual ungodly hour of 6:30am. i feel like i was run over by a truck. now she's watching baby einstein and baby's first signs* while i work my way through 2 liters of water and a cup of coffee to curb the nausea.
huxley needs to go for a walk.
it's wet, cold, and grey out.
*kiss them, hug them, love them, i really love my shoes/socks/coat/hat? bizarre.