It's almost time to go home, a week and a day. Funny, I always thought that two weeks was the maximum Mom and I could spend together without killing each other, but it's seemingly not so. In fact, now we're settling in and starting to get along really well. I probably just jinxed it, but I'm almost sorry to be leaving.

Not entirely, of course. I miss Omar with my whole self, and I miss my life. But I've really been enjoying myself lately. This is my home, too, and I'm glad that I feel that way again.

We've been having some really serious dinner problems lately.

The other night we had steak and lobster tails, which sounds pretty great except for the fact that the lobster were over a year old. Mom was wary about eating them, but hell, they were lobsters, you couldn't keep me away from them! Until I ate them, that is.

Not that they were rotten, not that they made us sick or anything, they were frozen so they hadn't gone bad. They just got old. Mom stopped after one bite, I soldiered on for awhile, I mean it was lobster for crying out loud! You can't waste lobster! I gave up about halfway through. That was some nasty lobster.

The next night we were going to have hamburgers and mashed potatoes, until Mom mentioned the pierogies in the freezer. I love pierogies! Pierogies are my favourites! So I put aside the boiled potatoes for a later meal, and boiled up the pierogies instead.

Now, the ones that I usually eat are in the blue box, these are in a grey box. But pierogies are pierogies, aren't they? And I kind of overcooked them, but they'd still be good, wouldn't they? Dear God, no, they were revolting. For the second day in a row, Mom and I did not finish our dinners. Also, we threw out what was left in the box, cooking them properly wouldn't have helped one bit.

On Wednesday, I had frozen pizza, Mom had H. Salt Fish and Chips. There's nothing you can do wrong there, man.

Then, last night Mom decided to make bratwurst and colcannon. When I was a kid, it was Italian sausage with the colcannon, which is cabbage mixed with mashed potatoes. Not my favourite meal on earth, but I like it even though it is food all mixed together.

I was a little suspicious of the bratwurst, as that is that pale grey sausage, but it was nice and brown after being cooked and was much better than Italian sausage, as it doesn't have those startling seeds in it. The colcannon, on the other hand, was...not quite right. Mom put too much nutmeg in it, trying to make it taste like something, since the cabbage doesn't have as much taste to it than it used to.

We didn't finish the colcannon and we threw out the leftovers. It's been a bad week for dinner.

Continuing with the reading of the December entries that I didn't read during Holidailies, this entry of Anelie's really blew my mind. It's exactly what Omar is going through, it's all the thoughts that have been in my mind lately--as she herself says, there's nothing written there that I didn't already know.

But you know what? It's beautiful.

Today's horoscope:
Adapt your short-term goals for the sake of peace and simplicity. You've already made tremendous progress, and soon there will be more. Forgive rude people -- they're probably just as excited as you are.

One year ago today:
Afterwards, at the bar, I told Matt how great he looked in the tights, and he said, "O, you think I should show off my legs?" and I'm like, yeah, legs, whatever. I could eat lunch off his ass.

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