Likes/And nots.

Things I really, really like:
--My father's over-concern about the states of my air-conditioners because he thinks my apartment is going to get too warm and we (meaning Lin and I, since my cat's comfort is factored into all family decisions) will be uncomfortable (also: see last sentence of this post for important follow-up)
--The fact that I have two air-conditioners. My apartment is a nice size, but it's hardly warranted, unless you understand HOW. MUCH. I. HATE. BEING. HOT.
--That more than one guy on my softball team will ask about Lin, by name, with concern
--Smart Puffs
--Emails that end in i loveeeeeeeeeee you xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxooxox
--The skirt I found in my filing cabinet at work that I forgot about but now realized I was missing a lot
--The little baby tomatoes in the garden
--The very large kale in the garden
--Clean sheets
--My new Calphalon pan that has revolutionized my cooking experiences
--That for some reason, when I'm irritated about my psoriasis, I can yell, "OUT DAMN SPOT" as I'm applying scary steroid cream and it makes me laugh every time
--Also, I get Macbeth and Hamlet confused until I'm actually asked about them
--Also, I love the name Ophelia, but that ends badly. And yes, that's Hamlet.
--shit, wait... no, it is. IT IS.


Things I don't like so much:
--I haven't studied Shakespeare in six years and am losing facts by the day. (But I haven't read The Tempest in ten years and I can still tell you way more than you want to know about Miranda, Caliban, and Ariel, so suck it. Prospero can suck it too, I never liked him. Ferdinand either.)
--Finishing a book and not knowing what to read next because nothing else will be good enough (and no, this is not the cue to pick up Shakespeare).
--My dvr hasn't recorded anything in like a week except the same "Good Eats" about cheese. And I love cheese, but still.
--Lin=haaaaaates kidney food. Not a surprise, but frustrating.
--Olives (always)
--Corks that are synthetic in the middle but real on the outside. It happens, my friends. and they SUCK.
--Psoriasis. It's a freaky mutation and I'm not okay with it.
--My bank balance. But can we say, hello, three pay periods AND A RAISE in July?
--My bedroom air conditioner isn't very cold. The 61 degrees? Is a lie. (Luckily, the father is likely to get involved, as making my apartment AS COLD AS POSSIBLE is his life's mission [see 1st line of this posting]. And that? Is fiiiiiiiiiine with me.)