It hasn’t been six months, but I still ain’t money.

I went to Aaron’s for new years yes­ter­day, and we played some euchre and Canadian Trivial Pursuit. My part­ner for both games, which was Karen’s brother, was much bet­ter than Aaron was for Karen, I’m sure. We ended up win­ning all matches for both games. Jacques…must still be exhausted. It’s good to know that I can still laugh so hard that my sides start to burn from hypoxia. There was much fun had by all.

Sometimes I read about a dis­or­der, and I start get­ting scared that I have it. I wish I wasn’t such a hypochondriac.

John’s com­ing over today. He’s dri­ving, so we’ll have the car for three days where I can do some heavy gro­cery shop­ping. I feel like I’m hav­ing too much fun, like I should be stock­ing up on a fruit­ful hol­i­day of enter­tain­ment in prepa­ra­tion for the com­ing term.

My first attempt­ing at cook­ing some­thing from the Naked Chef cook­book has been par­tially suc­cess­ful. I think the sub­sti­tu­tion of red wine instead of white cre­ated a sauce that was a lit­tle more tart than it should have been. The mush­rooms absorbed the flavour of the sauce, but didn’t retain much of their flavour. The thyme did give every­thing a unique taste, but I had no porcini so it feels like some­thing was miss­ing in the taste of the chicken.