I had today off, so I got to watch the inauguration, with alcohol. I do not know how to mix drinks. I always start out way too strong, and then add more mixer after each sip till I get something drinkable. Usually, it works for me. Today I learned that when the mixer is coffee, hilarity ensues. I was tipsy from too much Southern Comfort too fast, and hyper-caffienated.
Good times.
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I'm making cheesy broccoli soup from a mix right now. That would be fairly awesome just on its own, but next I'm going to cook up some whole wheat macaroni and grate some cheese, and use the soup as the base for the best mac and cheese of all time. Oh, hells yeah.

One of the side effects of not working in a restaurant is that I enjoy food again. Instead of just putting things in my food hole for the sake of sustenance, I can think about what would taste good, and I don't mind spending the time to prepare it.

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