Theresa and a Tiger
Apr. 28th, 2014 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyHey-ho, f-list. I keep thinking that I should write something, but I have done nothing to write about. Nothing at all.
I am writing another essay. Another essay, because apparently you have to write more than one. Who knew?
I was always impressed by people who could just whip up an essay the night before it was due. I could never do that. I find writing essays so hard. I have to start weeks before hand and set myself a daily word limit and stick to it. And I do, but every word is a battle. Which is ridiculous, because I find it very easy to prattle on here. Not quite the same, I suppose.
What else? My dwarf capsicums have gone mad. I could open a shop called Crazy Daisy's Discount Capsicum Emporium, I have so many of them. Mostly green, some red and some that I think are trying to turn purple. Also a couple of plants of normal-sized capsicums and green chillies, neither of which I planted. They just appeared from nowhere, wanting to take part in what was obviously a Good Summer for nightshades. I like a dwarf capsicum. I mean, obviously, that's why I planted them. I can pick one in the morning and slice it into a wrap for lunch. But I've got so many of them that it would take me months to eat them one at a time, not that they'd keep that long. So I roasted and marinated some this weekend, and I still had a bucketful (with as many left on the plants), so I took them to work. They're someone else's problem now. Come and visit me. I'll send you home with a capsicum. And maybe a white eggplant, because there are a lot of them as well.
Here is an article that could also be called Science done by people who have never met a cat.
I am writing another essay. Another essay, because apparently you have to write more than one. Who knew?
I was always impressed by people who could just whip up an essay the night before it was due. I could never do that. I find writing essays so hard. I have to start weeks before hand and set myself a daily word limit and stick to it. And I do, but every word is a battle. Which is ridiculous, because I find it very easy to prattle on here. Not quite the same, I suppose.
What else? My dwarf capsicums have gone mad. I could open a shop called Crazy Daisy's Discount Capsicum Emporium, I have so many of them. Mostly green, some red and some that I think are trying to turn purple. Also a couple of plants of normal-sized capsicums and green chillies, neither of which I planted. They just appeared from nowhere, wanting to take part in what was obviously a Good Summer for nightshades. I like a dwarf capsicum. I mean, obviously, that's why I planted them. I can pick one in the morning and slice it into a wrap for lunch. But I've got so many of them that it would take me months to eat them one at a time, not that they'd keep that long. So I roasted and marinated some this weekend, and I still had a bucketful (with as many left on the plants), so I took them to work. They're someone else's problem now. Come and visit me. I'll send you home with a capsicum. And maybe a white eggplant, because there are a lot of them as well.
Here is an article that could also be called Science done by people who have never met a cat.