This is one of those nights. The CRAZIE is at threat level red (“Gary Busey”) and I could barely make it home from work without poking my left eye out with a pencil to feel something other than the crippling emotional pain.
To placate you, here is a pair of sleepy puppies, and that’s not a euphemism for my boobs like it usually is.
You know what I am not? A welcher. Behold: dessert.
You know what I am? Stupid. I’m not usually stupid, but today? Dumb. As. Shit. I don’t know whether I’m just overtired or it’s the new drug, Neurontin*, but I’ve felt like my head is full of cotton candy all day, and I HATE cotton candy.
*Which I think is one of the more ominous drug names, unlike the chipper “Abilify” or the calming “Celexa.” It’s not even one of the fun ones that sound like Sci-Fi characters, like Zoloft.
Yeah, I know, It’s Monday. And I know that I’m in the middle of switching Crazie pills again. AND I know that I am in NO MOOD to cook dinner tonight because my anxiety is like a living parasite that’s sucked out my ability to have any perspective on even the most minute life issues and is now trying to bore its way out of my skull.
HEY YOU! If you didn’t see yourself here right away and you sent your entry to firstthursday@, that’s why. In the future please send everything to michelle@, as the guidelines state. As we see, dual addresses cause confusion and ft@ became a refuge for ebay and Nigerian scammers, so it’s being shut down. (Plus, this isn’t a FT event anyway). Sorry for any confusion.
My poblano empanadas were obviously the best of this month’s entries, but I guess the rest of you did a decent job and only 2 people flouted the rules, which I think is a record for a TNS event. Also a record: number of participants. Go cheapskates!
Check out the roundup below the jump, and then put your thinking caps on for May: Chickpeas But Not in Hummus Form.
…if you have one. Have fun celebrating your exodizing, or the rising of your lord.
Last Week: There was yelling, a bunch of inept people fucked up in the kitchen, Ramsay reamed some people out and JP sneered at the world.
There, there’s every episode of Hell’s Kitchen ever aired.
Last week for real: Redneck did well in every challenge. Martyr Ben creeped me out with his martyr-y devotion to YELLING EVERYTHING AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLE; also he may have sabotaged his team with his butchered butchering, behavior unbecoming to a martyr. Although the men won some woman named Carol got the ax, saving Andrea, AKA Shiv, from actually having to cut a bitch. What will happen this week, other than the obvious? Let’s find out together, shall we?