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I spent an hour up to my wrists in cold dead chicken last night.
An hour.
One hour.
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In future, I may consider deboning chicken thighs. Never again chicken breasts. Certainly not four pounds of them. They have all those fiddly little ribs. Very bad.
Also, caught up on Torchwood. Think I am detecting a distinct recurring theme, but it's hard to tell--watching them all in a streak like that, it's possible to see patterns where there's just coincidences.
Beyond that, it's a slow day at work, Aunt Caroline's Joy Mojo is a wonderful thing, and I'm about to fire up "Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance."
An hour.
One hour.
(1)
In future, I may consider deboning chicken thighs. Never again chicken breasts. Certainly not four pounds of them. They have all those fiddly little ribs. Very bad.
Also, caught up on Torchwood. Think I am detecting a distinct recurring theme, but it's hard to tell--watching them all in a streak like that, it's possible to see patterns where there's just coincidences.
Beyond that, it's a slow day at work, Aunt Caroline's Joy Mojo is a wonderful thing, and I'm about to fire up "Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance."
