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I spent Wed night playing Rock Band/rping my high schooler Secret Invasion character. 

I love drums.  I so very love drums.  I got an 87% on easy on a song!

Thursday was Secret Invasion.  Again.  Which is seriously great.

Then Friday had a downer of a headache, but the store that sells me the delightful East Coast sodas had Aleve.  I sometimes think that store is a expression of love from the Universe - it had headphones when I needed them to stay sane (at only $2), it has sodas to keep me from getting homesick, occasionally stocks European chocolates (oddly enough when I need them most), has corn muffins (CORN MUFFINS!) and how many stores have single packet Aleve?  Apparently the guy remembered conversations with several of his regulars where we had randomly talked about using that more than the other pain killers he had, so he stocked up.   It's the miracle shop.  Now if only could get birch beer...

Friday continued with a nap, then more Secret Invasion.  Abby was surprised to win homecoming queen (even though she had been campaigning hard for herself and her cousin - she thought her cousin the cheerleader would win or the magically enhanced head chearleader that makes the other cheerleaders lose their inhibitions).  Then the dance was interrupted by giant fireball and doom and destruction.  Such is the life of a superpowered teen.  I love that character.     She's the kind of girl who can be very, very grateful that the high school member of the villain team came and sat with her when her brother was burned and unconscious in the hospital, and still be worried that they should be turning in the same villain team and that they are wrong for not doing so because the villians know their secret identity.    But then, the villians will end up in the gulang, and maybe they are redeemable - and won't be in they go to jail without a trial - so what is a girl to do?  Hug the villain as you send her home, and try to be friendly and a good example, knowing you might have to beat them down to stop them at a future date. 

Saturday was Call of Cthulu - which I failed at.  Enabled the winning of the game for the others, but my husbanding seeking hedonist ended up permently in the body of her worst enemy - a male not as rich body at that.  I didn't have as much fun at that game because I had one character goal - find someone to love her - and every male in the group was engaged/married/in love with another PC/hated her.

Seriously, I can get over playing a 1930s one dimensional character, but can I pretty please have a goal that I can actually pursue?

I spent yesterday shopping and chopping/blanching/freezing veggies.

I gots me a Mr. Coffee ice tea maker!  Scarlet_storm has one, and I am obessive with ice tea, so when BB&B had one for $20, I had to get it.

We shall see, my precious, we shall see if it is as good for me as it was for her.

There are lots of peppers frozen, chopped and ready to be put in foods - thus solving my  "I like peppers and there are no pre-mixed pepper frozen veggies that aren't mostly icky veggies or have onions in the mix" problem.

When one is a picky eater, they must make their own fun.  When one is highly allergic to the most common veggie, then one is compelled to make their own fun, or not eat.

Got caught up in Supernatural yesterday.  Oh, Sam, Sam, Sam... going evil to save your friend and family _never_ turns out well. 

My Seanan McGuire CD - Red Roses and Dead Things - is on it's way to me, and I shall have to stalk the mailbox this week.

It's Mad.  SCIENCE!!!!  and zombies and supernatural creepy things.  What's not to love!  I cannot recommend her enough, I really can't. 

Tonight is Lost!!!!!!!