Just got home from shopping, on my way back from seeing this social worker chick thats been helping me out with some stuff. Nice girl, easy to get along with, talk to, shes helping me get free travel passes, and looking into housing for me, with a view to my moving out of my current home. I'd like somewhere to myself, wouldn't want to be in a flat, that would effectively be downgrading from my current situation, but she seems to understand that, knows I'm an autie, so is one of her relatives actually, or aspie, she actually knew of the kanner's school I went to before going to my last school, an aspie boarding one. So she understands that I'm not a people person. Not raw, anyway. And that if I do move, I need somewhere to house the skunk-works. So to speak. Doesn't seem to mind that. Lol, although she did ask what the book I'd brought to read while I waited for her was (Vladimir kren, Ladislav cvak, The Genus Claviceps
)
Got plenty shopping done too.
2 big boxes of rice crispies, an uncounted basket full of 4 or 5 count packs of passion fruits, every last single pack of shiitake mushrooms in the supermarket, must be about 13-14 punnets of the buggers, maybe not hua gu, or even dong gu/donko grade, but still. I like shiitake. I like shiitake a LOT. And they are to go with the steaks I picked up, rump, and sirloin, as well as some cheaper two-piece packs of just generic, decent enough, but generic slabs of deceased bovine. Good enough, especially when they have been marinated in a mixture of soy sauce, worcestershire sauce, daddie's or better yet, devil's hot brown sauce, tabasco, the habanero one not the regular,or the green one, and then given a good slathering of black pepper, before having my own personal recipe for fly agaric, peppery boletus and cubeb with Schinus pink peppercorn, at least those are the main ingredients, theres other things in there too, although some are intermittent, being seasonal fungi, meaning there is of course no
guarantee at all that I'm always able to procure them from the wild, just depends upon my luck.
LOTs of packs of steak, had to freeze most of them. Uncounted number of packs of 2 steaks each, few different kinds.
A copy of the video game 'kingpin', used to have it when I was in school, but lent it to one of the other lads in the house. Fucking little scrote buggered off with it, and I couldn't go and take it back off him, because he timed it with my leaving the school for good. Git. Went into a charity shop, just to browse really, more than anything. Picked up a few novels for 50p each, the game cost me a pound. And I saw, and bought, a rather nice little leather jacket, short length, down to my waist, very tight fit (which is a good thing, the guy at the till tried telling me it was too small, but I can fit in it, and its comfy enough. Was a special needs kids charity place called 'scope'.
Just got back home, after waiting for ages in the bastarding piss it down rain, absolutely piss wet through and both feeling like, and resembling in some respects, a drowned rodent of the murine variety.
But lol. Damn! what did I find in the pockets? I felt a lump in the side, and felt for the cause. An old hairband, an old copper penny, all corroded, and a wee little nugget of hash
Also found a shopping bag with no owner, and containing an untouched, unopened tube of 'soothers', candies with a gooey center like lockets, honey and lemon flavour. And three times today found money. First about £2.60-£2.70, the second a good few quid, bit less than a fiver. And last but not least, getting out of the car at home, a pound lying in the road under the car.
Also bought some valerian extract pills, to use for their dream inducing properties (the correct term is 'oneirogen'), a bottle of lavender oil, two bottles of cough mixture, which I drank while waiting for a lift (pulmo bailly, its called. Codeine as main active, also guiacol in there which stinks something awful and tastes no better, but I figured go for it, may as well, since the only other thing I was doing, then
was standing in the pissing rain, freezing my nackers off, and feeling sorry for myself
. So I treated myself a little bit, to the cough mixtures and a chocolate muffin. I wanted a rolly but of course with soaking wet hands and fingers, with it howling down, there wasn't a chance of producing owt but a sorry dogend. Bought some nasal decongestant tablets for my stuffy nose, and a milky way chocolate
milk shake. Oh, and four extra cheesy four-cheese pizzas. Which like the steaks, are going to have fried shiitake mushrooms liberally scattered over the pizza once its cooked (cook separate, pizza in
the oven, shiitakes can fry in a pan on top. When done, mushrooms on pizza, pizza in Lestat.
Not sure whats wrong with my secondary hotplate, but may need a new motor and/or a new dial to adjust the temperature on one or both of its plates (I have two hotplates, one a single plate, with magnetic stirrer, the other no mag, but a double plate, one large one smaller), I think the pot might be shot to shit.
Lol, even though I'm usually going hungry, now is a time of plenty:) So much so I actually entertained, just for a moment, the thought 'why does my old man have to be doing a chicken tonight??
Because I'm itching to be tucking into steak and pizza and industrial lots of shiitakes on both. Steak for breakfast, steak for elevenses, steak for dinner, steak for tea, maybe pizza for supper. Or pizza for breakfast actually sounds better, because the carbs will cause an initial glucose spike, so I'd sooner that happen when it would be welcome, whilst I'm waking up, and shaking off the grizzledness of the previous nights sleepy ol' me, than right before going to bed, only to be pumped full of energy and alertness.
And lastly, bought a tube of 'anbesol' extra strength. Its a local anaesthetic gel, 2 percent lidocaine and a bit of clove oil are the actives. I have a sore tooth at the moment
Aside from the drowned rattedness, not a bad day's..errr...well...day-ing.
Was very nice to come home and after ditching all that weight, to tuck into a nice big bowl