inlovewithwords: (bound to write)
Lee ([personal profile] inlovewithwords) wrote2013-02-06 02:09 am

King George III once said...

Huh. I thought I had this written, and then it turned out I hadn’t. I suspect falling asleep before writing it and then hallucinating that I wrote it to be the culprit here.

Unfortunately, not a lot happened today, and I’m just exhausted enough emotionally to have very little to say. I’m kind of disappointed in myself, honestly—both because I’ve been averaging five hundred or so words a day so far and because, well, I got almost nothing done.

Then again, I suppose that’s the price one pays for being the (relatively) healthy and stable one. Flatmate is sick (again), and this time enough that I ended up making an emergency run to the market to get food that she might actually be able to eat and keep down. Hopefully, though, that will turn out to be a success. I think she’s even eaten two whole meals today—which is an improvement on the previous two days or so. I did, however, identify one of my own problems with eating.

I hate cooking.

No, really, I’m dead serious. I was envying another flatmate his fettucine alfredo and I thought to myself, “I could make pasta. …Nah. Cooking, ugh.” I can apparently manage it when it’s for and with the aid/company of someone else. Cooking for myself? I loathe it as I loathe very little else. Alas, such is life. In other news, I did hear back from mandolin guy and so I’m going to email him tomorrow about arranging time and all. This will start coming out of my own money, but I’m okay with that. This whole year will be pretty spending heavy; I’m just glad I’ve got stuff in the bank.

I need a job. This is my refrain. Meh.

On the other hand, there’s a volunteer thing I really want to do—only there’s two options, and the one I’d be better at does require me to actually have a functional résumé first. After the farce that was today, hopefully I will actually get that (and RP, god I am so behind I just crashed hard) done tomorrow.

Sorry today’s post is a little minutiae-full and not as interesting as I’d like it to be. I guess it’s just kind of what happens when a day somehow vanishes without my understanding quite how.

(Side note: I am working to become a mastermind.)