'Touched'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Came into my office and nobody was here. I had thought maybe they had moved and nobody had told me. Turns out only most of the people have moved, not all of them.
I've been in a really down place lately, feeling like I fail at everything I do. Not sure how to really break out of it.
I'm sorry, Gud. I hope things get better.
Argh, I left my journal at home. I think I might need to go home and get it. That's pretty silly, and yet if I don't I know I will forget something I meant to do. Will ponder a bit more...
Ugh, sorry, Gud.
I am settling in to my new office, which seems OK, except I don't have an extra drawer for my shoes. Also the desk back is solid, so I can't stretch out my legs, which I hate. Actually -- I'm alone in here for the moment, so maybe I can swap desks around. I like my spot, just not the physical desk. Edit: Nope, they are all like this. Hate! I liked my old table.
Did, in fact, dash home. Confused the dog, but I feel much better.
I have successfully made baba ghanoush! It was super delicious. I could eat it all summer. I feel like I deserve some sort of sticker, like Adventurous Cook! or maybe It's About Time You Learned, Sweetheart!
You're a better cook than I. I tried making baba ghanoush from scratch years ago and after hours of work and about $30 in supplies I ended up with one bowl of almost tasteless dip.
I've never been able to recreate the good smokiness of the baba ghanoush that I can get from the good Middle Eastern restaurants here.
So far my birthday has been all about cleaning the bathrooms. I may be doing this wrong.
That does not sound optimal, Zen.
Dear salesperson, if you are going to ask me to do something today that I asked you yesterday if I should do, maybe acknowledge that we just freaking discussed it? Would cut down on my throat-punching urges.
Someone around here has food that smells like tacos. Did I bring tacos for lunch? No. Damn them.
I am so sorry, Sara. That is a lousy welcome home. I'm glad you were able to take today to recover.
-t, I'd do the same thing. It would bug me for the entire day, to the exclusion of being able to do anything else.
Happy birthday, Zen! It can only get better from this point, because cleaning the bathrooms definitely does suck.
Now I want tacos.