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July 2nd, 2008

05:49 pm: Bleeding gently, but there's cake
Period started this morning. I had run out of coffee. I downed two paracetamol and made myself kasha with garlic and chili for breakfast.

(And before he left, Transamurai left me a piece of cake he'd bought to treat himself - fabulous gooey chocolately nut cake.)

My new sinus medication is making me cough, I think - at least, I have a persistent cough that was awful just after I started taking it, and is better now, but still persisting. But I can breathe! And this is a plus, definitely. Breathing is good.

I had a whole list of stuff to get done in June, and though I haven't totted it up (I should, yes) I got not a lot of it done, and I put that down to the depressing effects of Not Being Able To Breathe Proper.

I am a bit ranty. This may be because I am also right now completely bloody (well, not completely, but you know what I mean: I am bloody and bloody-minded and bleeding ungently, do not cross me) but it's also that there is a whole stack of stuff to be ranty ABOUT, not least something I cannot write about properly till next week: the Home Secretary's completely split-personality attitude to hate crimes against LGBT people. It's bad that LGBT people in Britain should be intimidated and abused.

But it's perfectly okay for LGBT people in countries like Iran and Syria and Jamaica to go in fear of their lives - they should just learn to "conduct themselves discreetly", you see.

I have a friend coming up from York this weekend: she was going to arrive tomorrow night but fecal matter has hit fan and it won't be till Friday night. Reason for visiting: a friend (of hers, not mine) is getting married on Sunday, and she was invited to the wedding and figured she could cadge free accommodation with me. Which is lovely, because it will be great to see her again and have a chance to talk properly.

The friend of a friend is marrying in the Hindu temple, the Mandir, which is about a mile and a half away - the other side of Leith Walk. I have blagged an invitation - well, permission, perhaps, since I gather the wedding service is open to all. (There's going to be a long reception/dinner afterwards, to which my friend is invited, and I'm to slope off sharpish.) I've never been to a service in a Hindu temple, and I am a complete religious tourist: I'm really looking forward to it.

I note, though, that the Mandir's website mentions "actively discouraging discriminatory behaviour on the grounds of race, religion, colour, nationality, age, gender, marital status or disability". See what's missing? Yeah, so do I. Ah well.

Current Mood: angry

Tags: angry queer, eating some delicious food, just my life really, seeing friends

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April 12th, 2008

09:55 pm: We ordered Chinese food
We were quite sensible about it. We ordered from the vegetarian menu. A portion each of the "small vegetarian spring rolls", and a beancurd dish (with mushrooms and cashew nuts) and a stir-fried veg dish (with Szechuan sauce) and two portions of egg-fried rice and a side dish of crispy seaweed and another of pancakes.

We were the only people eating in the restaurant, which is very plain on the inside: everyone else was ordering take-out.

We thought we were being sensible and then the food started arriving: two enormous bowls of the main dishes, and rice, and a plate of pancakes, and lots and lots of crispy seaweed, and eight pancakes (very thin, light, white pancakes, perfect for rolling) and the spring rolls were enormous - if those are the small ones, the big ones must be battleships,

It was all unbelievably delicious. I'd brought a bottle of elderflower wine, which was extravagantly good with the food, and we ate, and ate, and ate, and eventually we really did have to stop eating because we were completely, absolutely, stuffed full.

I said, as I was eating a pancake with beancurd and mushroom and cashew nut, and a few of the fried vermicelli noodles that the spring rolls had rested on, and a sprinkling of the crispy seaweed, "My mouth is falling in love with me."

The whole meal, including corkage for the wine, cost £36: we left £40 on the table (they don't take cards) and took the long route walking home. It was really, recklessly good, but I have got to remember for future reference that if I'm with someone and we just want a meal to share, one main dish, and rice each, and maybe pancakes, and one serving of spring rolls, and... oh, who am I kidding? I'd probably do the same again. It was good. Food is a lovely thing sometimes.

We drank about half the bottle of wine and I took the rest home with us so we might drink more of it tomorrow. It was delicious, and I will buy it again when next at the farmers' market.

Current Mood: full

Tags: eating some delicious food, friendship, seeing friends

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August 26th, 2004

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Plaisir du chocolat! (chocolat Mozart!) <3 <3 <3

Tags: chocolate, eating some delicious food, edinburgh, seeing friends

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