Saint Swithin's Day already, guv'nor?

[robling_t]

Now the jug of kool-aid has frozen. While kool-aid slushies are a most amusing treat when one has been laboring without recourse to a proper freezer for so long, I suppose I ought to turn the new fridge down another notch. Meanwhile, I am endeavoring to finish off the jug while it's still nicely crunchy, and to this end I've spent the last half-hour in the leisurely consumption of four martini-glasses of the stuff. (Lest one wonder why a confirmed non-drinker has a set of martini glasses in the first place: when we first moved into this building there was a struggling tapas bar in one of the retail spaces downstairs, and when in the course of time it went under, the then-landlady left some of the restaurant supplies they had abandoned out on a table in our lobby with a "free to good home" sign on, so, being the thrifty and artistic sorts we are, we hauled off about a dozen martini glasses, "just in case". They do make nice ice-cream dishes, although the thermal shock seems to render them prone to premature breakage.)

Am now well and truly sugared-up for the evening's geekgasmic plans -- Battlestar Galactica season premiere at 9, then out to pick up Half-Blood Prince -- and already thinking it's a damn good thing that those weren't really frozen dacquiris. (Also, quite amused to realize that I've never had reason to learn how to spell "dacquiri" before now. Suspect I've gotten it wrong, but can't really be arsed to go look it up.) Pray for my Mum, who will shortly be cooped up in a car with me in this state of sucrose-charged overexcitement...