But I usually make two portions for myself whenever I make it. I did not do it this time. I think, although I do not remember, that at this time last night I looked up, "How much pasta for a 24 oz. can of spaghetti sauce" (no use to save the sauce; I'll just use whatever I couldn't eat for leftovers) and the Google AI said a pound. The oldest pasta we have in the pantry is this box of mostaccioli. It is a pound. And I used half of it. Then, when I dumped all the pasta into the sauce (I see on the Internet that you should mix the pasta with the sauce and have it as once instead of doing the pasta and then adding the sauce at the dining table), it looked like it was going to use all the pasta.
I don't think reheated pasta will taste good, so I looked at the pan and thought the mostaccioli was big enough for me to eat it all. And the first big bowl was fine. The second ... well, on the second bowl I added leftover cheese, but I think it's been around long enough that it started to smell, and it might be that -- or it might not -- that closed my stomach. It took a while near the bottom of the bowl, but I got through it. But dammit, I am still feeling it right now. I have eaten nothing else (although I have made myself two cocktails, the first time I've done that since my parents left) and I'm still full. I must've ate over 2,000 calories for Christmas.
I don't know what did wrong, exactly. I think the type of past threw me off. I think I should've just eyeballed a quarter of the box to use, but I couldn't think of any way of measuring that because the see-through window on the box only covered the bottom half. I didn't think till afterward that I could've tipped it on the side, looked at sideways through the top of the box, and used my hand to measure out a quarter of it. But I also think I'm just out of practice since my parents went to Vegas later than they usually do. I want to think that if they had left around Labor Day, I would have remembered what I should measure out to eat just enough for today and then have enough sauce for a second helping some time later. Oh, well.
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Got some laundry done. But I was going to work on organizing my stuff, and I didn't. I am going to blame two things: Getting up at 11 (although I'm not complaining), and the quintuple-header of NBA Games on ABC/Channel 5. I really, really thought that it was just the middle three Games (including the Timberwolves holding on to defeat the Mavericks in Dallas) on free TV. Someone dropped the ball in advertising that all five Games were going to be on over-the-air. And so I watched instead of going downstairs. Oh, well.
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I think Christmas music has its season. I am unstinting in believing that one shouldn't hear it until Black Friday. And, Christmas music makes no sense once Christmas is over, which it now is. I mean, it's not Christmas anymore, right? So why listen to it?
I have listened, to my heart's content, to Christmas music the last month or so. But once it rolled past midnight, I can't bring myself to listen. It's ... old. And, well, inappropriate. I listened to a lot of Christmas music on SiriusXM (may Buddha once again bless Holiday Pops, love that pop-up station), but I can't listen to the holiday channels on there now. Yet I feel kind of ... uh, oogy listening to anything else on satellite radio now. Don't know why. Maybe I feel ... uh, blasphemous listening to SiriusXM and not listening to holiday music, even though I firmly believe no one should be listening to holiday music now that it's December 26. So right now, I'm listening to my iTunes. It seems as though I'm hiding and listening to the music I want to hear without anyone knowing. Which I am. Kinda; I'm sure Apple is tracking me. Besides, I haven't listening to music through my iTunes in forever, and I think this is a great time to do so.
Oh, well.
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