I’m not really a stress eater, but whenever I’ve had a bad day, I always crave one very specific food: buttered pasta with parmesan cheese. I know that’s a strange choice for a girl who pretty much gags at the mere thought of cheese, but it’s so good. That was pretty much my go to lunch when I could be trusted to use the stove by myself, and it never fails to make me feel better. I’m trying not to think about how eating that was a complete and total violation of the Special K diet, at which I was remarkably successful until today. I guess I’ll just keep on keeping on with that one — expect a full report at a later date.
By telling y’all about my favorite comfort food, I think you know the stress of Friday carried over to today. I had to deal with an abnormal case of irresponsibility this morning, which literally consumed my morning. Instead of being in a meeting with my new boss, I had to relive the good ol’ days of being a student worker in the office. It was pretty terrible timing, but on the bright side — and y’all know me; there’s always a bright side! — my day just flew by, and before I knew it, it was 4:30 and time to go home.
Even though the past few days have been crazy, plenty of good things have happened. I’m proud that I can maintain a positive attitude through all the craziness; in spite of it all, life is still really good, and I do firmly believe that my life is almost perfect, so there’s that.
And maybe, just maybe, life will be super good, and it’ll actually ice tonight, and I won’t have to go to work. A girl can dream, right?
