Only the second V-D Day I've ever enjoyed.
Going over to C's tonight to make tacos for Valentine's Day! Tacos because...because why not, damnit? I've been craving tacos. And we're drinking champagne too, because we have some on hand and why the hell not, again? The hard part is going to be the shells: I do not like soft-shell tacos, but (in an attempt to get back into making healthier food decisions) I have given up all fried foods for Lent, filthy atheist heathen though I am. This means no chicken strips, no donuts, no french fries, no chips...and no taco shells from the store. I found a recipe for baking your own taco shells, so this will be an experiment.
I'm having a better week. A grad school friend threw a Mardi Gras party this week, which improved my mood considerably. It's really the first time I've been able to socialize with anyone other than coworkers, my roommate, or my boy since...god, probably the holidays. I find I really need these get-togethers, where we can all vent about the job market, or geek out over museum things that nobody else in our lives can share. It's helped my mood considerably. On top of that, I got to see Tony for all of two hours last Sunday when we grabbed breakfast; he had come to town for a party, and of course I had to see him. He seems to be doing well, which warmed my cockles. :)
Also helping my mood is the fact that my new retail job is giving me SO many hours! Between the Burke and this I'm at about full-time again, though spread out so that I literally have no days off for the next two weeks. That...that kind of makes me want to cry, to be honest, but then I have to remind myself that I can continue to pay rent and survive. Plus, as far as retail jobs go this one is pretty damn good: there isn't a whole lot of that obnoxious up-selling that other stores expect you to do all the damn time, and my coworkers are very nice and very appreciative of the fact that I'm able to jump right in and pick up the slack.
Not much else to report. My parents seem to be doing all right, though every time I talk to my mom she sounds exhausted and frayed. I worry that her job is driving her crazy, but there's not much I can do when I live three hours away. It almost makes me want to go back to Portland...almost!
I'm having a better week. A grad school friend threw a Mardi Gras party this week, which improved my mood considerably. It's really the first time I've been able to socialize with anyone other than coworkers, my roommate, or my boy since...god, probably the holidays. I find I really need these get-togethers, where we can all vent about the job market, or geek out over museum things that nobody else in our lives can share. It's helped my mood considerably. On top of that, I got to see Tony for all of two hours last Sunday when we grabbed breakfast; he had come to town for a party, and of course I had to see him. He seems to be doing well, which warmed my cockles. :)
Also helping my mood is the fact that my new retail job is giving me SO many hours! Between the Burke and this I'm at about full-time again, though spread out so that I literally have no days off for the next two weeks. That...that kind of makes me want to cry, to be honest, but then I have to remind myself that I can continue to pay rent and survive. Plus, as far as retail jobs go this one is pretty damn good: there isn't a whole lot of that obnoxious up-selling that other stores expect you to do all the damn time, and my coworkers are very nice and very appreciative of the fact that I'm able to jump right in and pick up the slack.
Not much else to report. My parents seem to be doing all right, though every time I talk to my mom she sounds exhausted and frayed. I worry that her job is driving her crazy, but there's not much I can do when I live three hours away. It almost makes me want to go back to Portland...almost!