The midnight baker.

Tonight when I went to give François his nightly feeding (just before midnight, so he doesn't turn into a gremlin!), I discovered that he is now fully mature! He was a fast grower, yay! Good boy, François.

So, I could move him to live in the fridge and only have to be fed once a week. But I was looking at my instructions and I cannot see how I'd have any of François left over to keep growing at the amount of him there was.

So I took a half cup of him, and added some more warm water and flour and mixed it up to make the "sponge" which is now sitting in a glass bowl "proofing" which means it has to ferment a bit more there. And then I fed François a whole cup each of warm water and flour to make him bigger and am going to leave him out at least another 24 hours to make sure he digests properly.

So this just one cup of sponge will be the test run. Once it's ready it gets added to and kneaded to make it into bread dough, and then it must rise. So I will probably not be baking the delicious bread baby of François until sometime tomorrow.

I am the guinea pig. Josh is excited at the prospect of always having fresh sourdough breads, but is a bit squicked at the process. So he wants me to eat it first and wait a day to make sure I don't die. Which is why it's a good idea to start with the small test loaf methinks.

Oh François! I am looking forward to your delicious bread babies!

In which I can't think of a witty subject line.

Throat is still reshaping, and it's still odd.

Finally got a really satisfying stretch of sleep but it was from somewhat before 5pm to nearly midnight. Which means I woke up just in time to take my night meds, but since I didn't go back to sleep it ended up being accidental morning. I think I should wait for my sleep to adjust and not move the meds around.

But, that meant I took zoloft right after waking so even though I'm feeling a bit better, my body is feeling depressed, just the whole sad lump thing the zoloft did to me before when I was taking it in the morning. Meh.

And in a random first that has nothing to do with the tonsils. I actually turned on moderate safe search on google image search for a while, cause apparently it is difficult to google for pretty headscarf tying methods without seeing random "arab slut gives blowjob" type of pictures. Normally random porn, of any sort, especially when it's just little thumbnails that I'm not clicking, doesn't bother me.

But it was something about that NEXT to the desired picture results that just really began to turn my stomach and make me terribly distressed.

I am getting more easily offended/distressed in my old age. Unfortunately I doubt this is going to keep me from still randomly being wildly inappropriate, and likely to one of my new online acquaintances who are more proper and conservative than me. If I haven't already.

[insert offensive joke here]