I think I have a cold. I'm pretty sure that's what all the sniffling and nose-blowing and feeling six kinds of ugh and at least two kinds of ehr are all about. I could be wrong. There might be another reason for the sore red nose and the feeling like shit. I'm going on about this too much aren't I?
I spilled saffron all over the floor this morning. Saffron. Saffron all over the floor because that's what the wealthy do, they carpet the floor with saffron. It was a very dirty floor too.
I'm feeling utterly unloved and unwanted just now. I think it's only partly because of the cold and mourning the saffron. I think it's because I'm unloved and unwanted. Mostly. And madly self pitying and almost ridiculously melodramatic. I'm going mad for someone to hang out with. No-one's interested though and I am boring, so I guess that works. Right? Right.
Fuck my nose hurts.
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Saffron! Nice work. This evening I managed to upload all the pasta onto a sieve that I was skilfully holding upside down, so that the pasta slipped off the sieve into the sink filled with coffee grounds. Stupidly, I couldn't work out why it wasn't actually going into the sieve (the light's not working in the kitchen). I just let it all fall into the sink.
I'm not fussy, so I just scooped the pasta up and had it anyway.
No, no, no, noooooo. (This is to you, Nails; I am almost indifferent to Captain Timnus's pasta a la coffee grounds.) You are emphatically not boring, and I (for one, but I suspect I speak for many) am interested, and you go getting over your cold soon. The loneliness, that's harder to get over. Co-hang-outers don't turn up every day.
I've done the saffron + floor thing too - now I have a giant tupperware container with the tiny saffron box in it, filled with equal parts saffron and dirt/dried pasta/breadcrumbs/onion peel.
Tim...yeah. I'm going to assume that you didn't even rinse the coffee grounds off. In fact, I'm going to assume that the thought didn't occur to you.
Alexis, I am very interested in getting over my cold. I even, quite rebelliously, took a day off work in pursuit of this end.
Enny, I acted rich and swept it up and binned it. Nothing could induce me to eat anything that's touched that floor.
An astute deduction, oh Nails-with-a-Blog. As a matter of fact, I remembered the coffee grounds after I had poured the sauce over the pasta and taken it back to my seat to start eating. I shrugged my shoulders and muttered a little homily about 'waste not want not', and all that.
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