Jul 18, 2017 23:42
I'm going to make the best effort to be able to call today "Day One: A Space Cadet's Oddysey".
My shift drink has been a Pellegrino for the last week or so. I've no qualms with this, especially since I've been breaking down the fryer, a.k.a. Burnination Station.
I stopped at a local bar on the way home to use the "facilities". Afterward, I sat at the bar next to a colleague and had a soda water. I went outside and used my dumbstick/mouth fedora/douche whistle (nicotine vape thing). Went back in. Finished my soda water. Said my goodnights and walked home.
I'm sitting in my bed, eating leftover curried quinoa and sunny-side up easy eggs. I don't know why I'm writing that. Then again, I take pictures of almost everything I cook.
Tomorrow, I might make pasta. Or, go out dancing. Probably dancing. With the proper shoes, this time.
Oh, and I have $5 until next Friday because this asshole decided to go out last night and spend the last of her gift card at the bar, which resulted in the $16 in her wallet to dwindle because I prefer to tip. So, that's fun.
Idiot.
Anyway, Saturday morning will be the day I finally meet my deceased grandfather's estranged family. They found us last fall, and we've been trying to find them for years. This is an exciting time. On Sunday, I meet my great-aunt. She's 84, or somewhere near that age.
family,
pasta,
hope,
sobriety,
cooking,
food,
alcoholism