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I totally cooked last night. A well-balanced, delicious meal. And granted it wasn't that hard, but I'm trying to boost my confidence and not say to myself "oh, it didn't involve much, what's the big deal, you're still a failure." I cooked pasta and added olive oil, garlic tomato sauce, and freshly grated parmesan cheese. I also cooked Boca Burgers (the kind with lots of veggies in them), cut them up and mixed them in with the pasta. I heated some up for first dinner and I think it's going to be second dinner as well. Boca Burgers are my new favorite thing ever.
Tomorrow is my first full day of work. Like, 8 hours. I'm a bit nervous. This also ties in with the whole cooking thing. You know, my "I'm never going to be anything resembling a self-sufficient adult, ever" thought patterns. Which I'm trying to derail, but it's hard.
I saw my shrink the other day, the new one, and it was actually really, really good. I opened up on a level I haven't really before with her and I totally got more out of the session. But then, that is generally how it works.
I'm going to try to take the Spanish challenge exam to get out of the class. I know I've said this several times but no, really, I mean it this time.
I've been watching lots of Buffy lately, season 3 with
bosium and skipping around by myself.
I've also been reading Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury and it is so good. Ugh, I love Bradbury. I borrowed it from bosium, who never got past page 20 or something, and we got into an Arthur C. Clarke vs. Ray Bradbury argument. I've read very little Clarke and he's read very little Bradbury so it wasn't exactly an informed debate. I think we decided it comes down to stylistic preference.
I'm not reading nearly as much as I'd like to. I had a dream last night about reading comics. I think I need to buy some used books off Amazon or ebay. Excluding the Bradbury, I've been in a strictly non-fiction mood for the past month or two or three.
I had falafal twice in the past week. I <3 falafal.
It's kind of lonely on campus during break.
For New Year's I watched a lot of Twilight Zone, ate some amazing turkey, and drank 2 glasses of champagne. The meds did not like the champagne. I felt sick and went to bed. The end.
Tomorrow is my first full day of work. Like, 8 hours. I'm a bit nervous. This also ties in with the whole cooking thing. You know, my "I'm never going to be anything resembling a self-sufficient adult, ever" thought patterns. Which I'm trying to derail, but it's hard.
I saw my shrink the other day, the new one, and it was actually really, really good. I opened up on a level I haven't really before with her and I totally got more out of the session. But then, that is generally how it works.
I'm going to try to take the Spanish challenge exam to get out of the class. I know I've said this several times but no, really, I mean it this time.
I've been watching lots of Buffy lately, season 3 with
bosium and skipping around by myself.
I've also been reading Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury and it is so good. Ugh, I love Bradbury. I borrowed it from bosium, who never got past page 20 or something, and we got into an Arthur C. Clarke vs. Ray Bradbury argument. I've read very little Clarke and he's read very little Bradbury so it wasn't exactly an informed debate. I think we decided it comes down to stylistic preference.
I'm not reading nearly as much as I'd like to. I had a dream last night about reading comics. I think I need to buy some used books off Amazon or ebay. Excluding the Bradbury, I've been in a strictly non-fiction mood for the past month or two or three.
I had falafal twice in the past week. I <3 falafal.
It's kind of lonely on campus during break.
For New Year's I watched a lot of Twilight Zone, ate some amazing turkey, and drank 2 glasses of champagne. The meds did not like the champagne. I felt sick and went to bed. The end.