01.02.05

The last vestiges of yesterday's headache are still circling the drain. To distract myself, I'm writing porn. Erotica. Porn. Erotica.

Jeez. One person's porn is another person's erotica. Henceforth, I shall call it pornotica. Erotiporn? Poerotica? Eroticorn?

Hmmm. Pornotica seems to flow most smoothly. Pornotica it is.

Phew. There's my sum total contribution to the human race. Next week? Fluffy slippers.

Had a treat yesterday. One of StepPater's employees made a bento with New Year's goodies wrapped inside. StepPater made his mochi soup, which was nice since he didn't make it for Christmas. (n.b. Dangerspouse, the mochi were non-sweet, non-cloying, and handmade by StepPater with edamame folded into the pounded rice; a bit bland but a nice counterpoint to the dashi soup base with spinach, sliced fish cake, and flat, fried noodles.) There were a lot of other tasties; dried teensy fish, gobo wrapped in roast beef, broccoli, kim-chee, gobo macerated with sesame seeds, pickled gourds, carrots and taro, chestnuts and mashed sweet potato, carrot and daikon salad, and probably some other stuff that I'm forgetting.

We talked about different New Year's day foods in different cultures. In the US in the South, you're supposed to eat black-eyed peas and pork. In the midwest, I hear it's sauerkraut and pork chops. When I was married, the FamilyFromHell had to have cotechinno sausage with lentils.

StepPater asked if there were any American traditional foods for New Year's day. I considered for a moment and said, "Alka Seltzer, followed with pink bismuth." He laughed.

It's low and slow for me today. I have to go get a new calendar and other such thrilling goodies at the *danger danger* office supply store. I hereby resolve not to walk down the writing implement aisle.

By the way, that's the closest you'll ever find me to a New Year's resolution. Don't like 'em, won't do 'em, and reserve the right to cackle if anyone suggests that I resolve anything for the New Year.

Well, maybe if I resolve to eat an eclair anytime I want...that'd be okay. Hmmm. Maybe half-nekkid cabana boys...leather...hot sun...toys...new books...really good food/wine...good friends...time to write...

But wait, I don't need to resolve to do any of those. Some I'll do, some will remain fascinating fantasies, and some I won't.

Phew. Pressure's off.

Go be fabulous, dah-links.

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