all the roads we have to walk are winding

Someone up there took exception to my existence today. The bus I was planning to catch home from the ANU was two minutes early; thus, when I was twenty metres from the bus stop, it sailed past merrily. I, being always up for a challenge, immediately set off for Civic on foot and managed to find the exact same bus at the interchange fifteen minutes later. I'm five metres behind the bus, and congratulating myself on such a quick walk. The bus? Moves off.

I had to console myself in the time before the next bus came by sitting in front of the Vertigo shelf in Impact Comics thumbing raptly through all the pretties, and then buying the first volume of Fables.

Fables? Rocks. So. Much. I love it. I'm calculating how many more volumes I can buy and still have enough to get a ticket to Sarah McLachlan's gig in March (Butterfly Boucher is the supporting act! *squees*). I am also in love with both Bigby and Snow. H'rah me.

Sunburn from continuous walking in the sun rocks not quite so much >.<

And speaking of being one for a challenge, I'm currently taking drabble requests over at the ficblog to work on after my gift fics are done. Hop on over.

And now, because I am a caring sharing cooking geek, the rough recipe for what I made for dinner tonight. Because damn was it delicious.

( It's Indonesian, but I can't recall the name. )

[I kind of like this idea; I often find or develop recipes for good munchies, and I like sharing. It's also good practice for me, being three nights away from domestic independence. However:]

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