The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Days like today, there's not enough anger in the world to stave off the hurt. I don't know if I have it in me to be civil to anybody.

And nothing seems to ever get resolved at work. No fewer than five different "issues" I thought were resolved have come back up today. Thank god for documentation - there's a reason I require everything by email. It's prevented Boss Man from sabotaging me a few times, and it's saved me again today.

I'm so frustrated. Maybe I'll just stay here overnight. I'd get lots of work done...

[EDIT] Imagine a gutteral scream of rage, combined with gibbering profanity. That about sums up how I feel, yet I'm not permitted to express any of that, and I'm singularly lacking in outlets for said rage emotion at the moment. I am totally and completely at a loss as to what to do with myself, and I don't much like that feeling.

This will be my weekend, and it sounds absurdly fun. Mom's meeting me there (Richmond is a convenient half-way point), and we're going to take the Landscaping with Herbs and the Cooking with Marjoram and Oregano classes - Oregano is easily Erik's favorite seasoning, and marjoram is a suprisingly versatile herb that really adds a lot of flavor to most meats - I've primarily used it in brines for poultry and pork. Should be fun. I need more estoric hobbies.

I may take the tea class as well - I may have close to a hundred varieties of tea in my house (maybe less, since I've ran out of quite a few), but you can never have too much tea.

And speaking of tea! I had the most fabulous (and by "fabulous", I mean "traumatic") tea recently. Essentially, you take fresh ginger root, peeled and sliced thin, and you boil the hell out of it in a glass container. Then, you add brown sugar, and boil more (must be brown sugar, no other sweeteners will do). You're supposed to drink it as hot as you can stand, and never after 11AM.

It was an experience. The first batch we made had a little too much brown sugar, so a slightly sweet taste was the only thing you noticed on the first sip. It didn't appear to have much flavor at all. Then you swallow, wait a few seconds, and your entire head bursts into flame. Or so it felt - my throat burned, my sinuses burned, my brain burned...it was fabulous. There's nothing in the world quite like ginger.

It doesn't wake you up the way caffiene does (or is rumored to - these energy-inducing effects, or the sleep-banishing effects, have never been observed in this particular individual. I'm immune to caffiene).

Instead, it burns the tired out of you. Lovely, lovely stuff. You can make large quantities and store it, but you have to store it in glass or ceramic containers - no metal, no plastic. It appeared to get stronger the next day, but we didn't make enough to stretch it out over a third day, so this is pure conjecture.

Fresh ginger is god's gift to humanity - right after cheese.

[EDIT] The world needs more exploding animals. It would certainly keep things interesting. I vote for exploding deer - flying bits of deer are infinitely less dangerous than the entire things.