Today’s adventure is attempting to cook chicken in the convection oven. The microwave in this house doubles as a convection oven–I have no idea what that means. I thought all ovens work by convection– doesn’t that mean that they use hot air? Anyway, I will discover 2 interesting things: 1. if you can actually bake in this thing and 2. if the chicken I bought several months ago at the old apartment is still good. I made a marinade out of leftover stuff from the old apartment that should kill any microbes attempting to colonize my chicken parts. A dose of the Stop n Shop brand cooking wine should make any bacteria run for cover! Hmm. Something smells like burning rubber. I don’t think that’s a good sign.
…everything looks ok in there– I don’t see any smoke, flames, melting rubber, oozing chemicals or dripping oven parts… we’ll say the rubbery smell is part of the exotic marinade I whipped up.
Do you ever read a book, and get so into it you forget your surroundings? I remember the first time this happened– I was reading about a cat named Horatio in elementary school. He was lost and it was snowing. The poor cat was freezing cold… and I started shivering, even though it was warm and sunny out. That happened to me today on the train. I’m reading n the Beach, which is a super awesome book. It’s set in Australia after nuclear war has destroyed the northern hemisphere. Australians will be the last people to be affected by the radiation because it takes a couple of years for it to drift that far south. Anyway, people know pretty much when they will all die, but they carry on as they always have, some in denial, some because they don’t know what else to do and all that stuff.
Anyway, I’m near the end of the book and I get off the train and note how everyhting is deserted and think about how everyone’s about to die. It was weird coming to the realization that no, I wasn’t living in a post-apocalyptic world and no, Downtown Crossing wasn’t full of Australians dying of radiation poisoning… it was weird. I kept having weird flashbacks to the book where I had to remind myself it was only something I was reading.
At least the book kept me from stressing out about money. It’s bad enough that in the back of my head is the nagging worry that I’m totally broke. In addition, I dreamed all night about being broke. I had this one dream where Tanya was telling me about this place where you could get good cheap ramen (the real kind at a restaurant, not the dried kind that comes in little packets). I went there and the ramen was $18, and I only had $20 to my name… I decided to get some anyway, but the price kept changing. Blah blah blah… it was one of those annoying anxiety dreams that don’t really have a point except to make you anxious. Fuck you, subconscious!
I had to work today (I filled in for a sick person–6 day work weeks really blow but heaven knows I need the kizzash), but tomorrow I’m going to sleep all day. So there.