So, yesterday was my brother’s birthday. A very happy birthday to him. I would have posted yesterday, but I somehow… fell asleep. I have been seriously messed up the last couple of days. But today I have managed to not sleep the daylight away, so hopefully I can get a decent night’s sleep tonight. That would be good, very good. It would make me feel like I’m going less insane, in any case.

I went over and had some nice cake with the family. Mother’s homemade cake. My mother is a good cook, she has worked in the hospital kitchen for as long as I can remember and other kitchens before that. Only problem is that she is a big believer in onions which ruins 90% of her cooking, for me at least. But there’s no onion in cake, so that was a good time. And next weekend it’s soup time, so that should be swell as well.

Other than that there is not a whole lot going on. Just keeping a lid on things. Waiting to hear from the retirement application system, the volunteer system, waiting for goat kids to plop out. From the producers of Waiting To Exhale.

Also I should point out the fact that I made a haiku to go with Vanilje’s carrot pictures. It can be enjoyed in the LJ. And I use the term losely.

That is all for now.

Guess what I did today?

You know the old saying, If the Plume won’t come to the stegt flæsk then the stegt flæsk must come to the Plume? Or something like that. Anyway I went shopping today and bought pork and potatoes.

No parsley sauce, though. You know what bugs me? 99,9% of every sauce, soup or ready-made dinner contains either onion powder or garlic powder. What is that anyway? Onion crushed into a powder? Why can’t Danish companies make anything without onion powder? It’s crazy. You should have seen me in the supermarket. A huge shelf full of stuff and I’d pull out a package and check the ingredients and put the package back and check the next and on and on and on. There’s virtually nothing without onion or garlic powder. And I know I should say to myself I should say “you can’t actually taste the onion, just buy it and try”. But I also know that just the fact that the word “onion” appears in that tiny little list of ingredients, it will make me throw it out because I can’t stands it.

Anyway. My pork was okay. Nowhere near as good as in the café. But at least it was a semi-normal dinner cooked by me. That’s not too bad.

Good for me.

Tomorrow is my brother’s birthday. So I will get cake. Hooray for cake. And hopefully I’ll get some good sleep tonight, my sleeping pattern has been way outta whack the last couple of days. Last night I got up around 6 am because I couldn’t sleep any more. Because I had slept all day. Whackaplume.

Also, I think I might be going blind.