It’s a little dry in here, so this weekend I took some advice I found on the internets and boiled up some clove water. I do love me some cloves, but I think I maybe have cloved that water a little too enthusiastically – it was a little spicy in here yesterday afternoon. I boiled a big pot of water and added the peels of a couple of oranges, a cinnamon stick, and .. an entire jar of whole cloves. It smelled fantastic, but as the boiling went on it started to irritate my eyes. I’m debating straining the water and saving it to use next time I henna my hair. I add ground cloves to the mix so it smells a little less of dirty; using water that is 90% cloves could only be that much more awesome.

If I’m acting a little domestic and crafty, it’s solely because I’ve been re-reading the Little House on the Prairie books. I have an urge to make things from scratch the long and difficult way, but whenever it gets too powerful I just put the books down and pick up a video game or two. Nothing drives away the need for productivity like brightly coloured plumbers spinning through space, and before long there is no danger I will replace our mattress with hay.

I’ve been trying desperately hard to find a permanent job in the video game industry in the greater Vancouver area. Surely interviewing for a contract job with a hospital in Richmond is close enough, right?

The very thought of it actually made me burst into tears, but I guess this is growing up.