Giant monster mood

You know that you're in Giant Monster Mood when you keep reading Garema Place as Gamera Place. It would only take the babiest of Gameras to crush Garema Place.

This is the closest I shall come to a useful thought today.

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It's funny. With all the big excitement in my life this year, I've achieved a quiet day. A quiet day and only moderate pain, too. Almost restful. All I need is to reduce the background grumble to a murmur and finish my rather-due taxes.

The menu for the dinner party I wanted to hold this weekend (the next few months may not be good for me hosting dinner parties) went into my ghost novel. Does that make it a ghost of a dinner party? My characters are about to eat green stuffed chicken and some utterly gorgeous bean and chickpea dishes. Also, they have someone to wash the dishes. Clever characters.