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No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There's too much work to do! -- Dorothy Day

Friday, Aug. 31, 2001, 6:48 p.m., how to make hamburgers?, and miq

I swear that a hamburger pattie is not supposed to fall to pieces. It's supposed to stay in a firm shape, preferably in a flat circle. Else it's called "stirfry mince".

Next time I'll try adding some egg in for stickability. Or maybe less tomato sauce. In the meanwhile, I've got a nice hamburger sandwich.

(I don't have any bread buns, but I do have toast. No mayonnaise, or onion rings. At least it still tastes good. It's got cheese.)

ciao.

7:19 p.m.

Take a mouthful of water. Begin to cough. Try not to let the mouthful splash onto the keyboard, desk, and carpet. Rush to the nearest sink to let the whole lot down the drain. Continue coughing fit.

9:28 p.m.

oh man. Today I got an email from a friend. There was nowt much in it (not personal anyways), but I was glad to recieve it because of what it meant to me. And then just earlier I found out that he had been in some pain during the period of non-communication.
eep. I think back to the email I had read, and I appreciate it so much more. I like the thought that he had prioritised me =) But at the same time I'm appalled that he had cut a chunk of his thumb! 8-O I hopes no Miqs were harmed in the writing of his email. *shudder*
eh, I hope he takes better care of himself. Never go to an A&E. Never. Unless it's an emergency. Or an accident.

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