for lunch today, i had ten bits of leftover deep-fried cheese, six pieces each of brocolli and cauliflower, and a mandarin orange.

yeah, i'm gonna die.

that's what i get for having a fingerfood potluck, i guess. it was good times -- five of my publishing friends came, along with a bunch of ubyssey kids, and a few odd characters from a few odd places. not surprisingly, few physics-types showed up. anyway, it was fun, and by virtue of the fact that it was a fingerfood party, the clean-up this morning wasn't terribly horrific. i seriously need to vacuum, though.

i made tuna tartar served on romaine lettuce leaves, which my sweetie seemed to enjoy. people brought samosas, bread and cheese, cookies, pumpking pie, mushroom pate and, yes, deep-fried cheese bits, among some other more unusual dishes, including curried deviled eggs with, uh, raisins.

today, i scanned the leftovers: about half a glass of red wine, a single falafel ball; two slices of baguette topped with tomato, feta and red pepper spread; ten cheese bits; a tub of seven-layer dip; a quarter of a bag of corn chips; some cauliflower and brocolli from the veggie platter; two separate baguettes halves...

somehow, a lone falafel ball doesn't quite seem as inviting the day after a party.

SW didn't make it last night, though. on thursday, he was dressed up as a cowboy and taken out for his stag: to memphis blues, the railway club, then a gay bar. he'd gotten so intoxicated at the railway club that he was apparently talking to the little model train that runs around the establishment, after which he had at least seven additional drinks. his roommate tells us that since that night, he's only left his bedroom to go to the bathroom. he'll never want to be single again.

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so! i got hooked up with a freelance copy-editing position. it called for someone who had a science background, had editing experience and knew LaTeX, and i guess that made me an apt candidate. it pays 3 euros a page, and the dude who's doling out the work estimates that i'd be able to do 4-5 pages once i'm trained, but i'm not sure. so far, i've worked on this one six-page manuscript for over five hours...

i'm supposed to copy-edit articles for a journal published by springer -- the international journal of advanced manufacturing technology (titillating, no?), which, apparently, are written largely by non-english speakers. i'm finding it hard to know whether a bizarre term i come across is an idiosyncracy in translation or whether it's an esoteric term used in advanced manufacturing technology. i'm learning, i guess, but it seems to be taking me a fuck of a long time.

point is, i'm getting income soon. not very much, but maybe i can break even now instead of digging into my dwindling savings.

well, back to work...