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When i open my fridge to a severe lack of food, it makes me feel like a bachelor (not in a good way). I'm eating a tortilla dipped in peanut butter and brownies for breakfast as they are the closest things to even remotely resembling breakfast food. Oh wait, correction, that's not true, I have a couple eggs, but cooking those would require work; washing a dish and supporting my own weight for several minutes straight. Far too much work to even consider before a cup of coffee is finished. This is one of the few downsides of living alone, I usually lack the motivation to make a decent meal for myself. But I can't complain too much, my evenings often consist of meals cooked with or by friends or at one of richmond's creative little restaurants struggling to be successful, and in the process serving delish food at a price even grad students can afford. Ate at Mama J's last night, a little spot in Jackson Ward that serves awesome southern comfort food. Not to mention that they keep several homemade from scratch cakes on hand, including a lovely orange dream-sickle masterpiece.
What else... just finished an truly great novel, Freedom by Johnathan Franzen. There were several times towards the end of the novel were I experienced that moment of awe where I feel moved and am amazed at the craft full ease with which it was accomplished. Anyway incredibly insightful writing makes me very happy. Reading has become something of a safety blanket for me in the last couple years. I now take my book light and at least one novel with me where ever I go. I know this might sound cheesy or cliche but i have found that having a good book provides me with an escape from emotional unease, sleeplessness, stress, boredom ect... it is a conduit to calm and in lucky cases perspective.
Ok my breakfast is gone and my coffee is drank, now the day's work awaits.
Sorry for the poor spelling and grammar I fear if I read over and edit this post my self consciousness will take hold and delete the whole thing.
What else... just finished an truly great novel, Freedom by Johnathan Franzen. There were several times towards the end of the novel were I experienced that moment of awe where I feel moved and am amazed at the craft full ease with which it was accomplished. Anyway incredibly insightful writing makes me very happy. Reading has become something of a safety blanket for me in the last couple years. I now take my book light and at least one novel with me where ever I go. I know this might sound cheesy or cliche but i have found that having a good book provides me with an escape from emotional unease, sleeplessness, stress, boredom ect... it is a conduit to calm and in lucky cases perspective.
Ok my breakfast is gone and my coffee is drank, now the day's work awaits.
Sorry for the poor spelling and grammar I fear if I read over and edit this post my self consciousness will take hold and delete the whole thing.