green shoes, brown chair

as i sit here nursing my sore neck and sipping my first dose of caffeine for the day, there’s a big ol’ roast beef slowly cooking in the slow cooker at home. there’s also a baking dish full of roasted tomatoes, onion & garlic in my fridge waiting to be turned into roasted tomato soup (the recipe for which i found on flickr of all places).
by the time four o’clock yesterday came around, i felt horrible. physically, mentally, everywhichwayily. i kind of snapped at christopher on the phone, which i felt bad about. so, because i really needed to both apologize to him and be hugged, i drove to his place unannounced and just kind of fell into him when he opened the door.
god, i hate it when i have moods.
going home and getting reacquainted with my space helped to settle me a lot. i did some shopping, watched some brain-rot, washed my new clothes, prepped the above-mentioned food, talked to jen on the phone, ate a halibut burger and generally had a quiet evening at home. alone. all by myself. after spending three days in very close quarters with my mom, it was much-needed. very much-needed.
i’ve promised myself that once i finish the four rolls of film which are currently loaded in cameras i will not shoot any more film until i’ve caught up on the innumerable sets of negatives which need scanning. i’m hoping that such a strict restriction will encourage me to just get it done already. seriously, there are rolls going back to mid-june, for pete’s sake. plus, i owe my eastern-living family photos from the reunion in july, which i’ve not even attempted to sort and process. i’m such a horrible slacker.
i blame the fact that i hate my computer chair. it’s uncomfortable to sit in for long periods of time. that’s a good reason, right?

2 Thoughts on “off to the races

  1. Boyfriends are there to snap at on the phone. It’s their job. If they complain, tell them it’s in the handbook. If they say they don’t have the handbook, tell them that they wouldn’t read it anyways, so there’s no point them getting one.
    …And this paraphrases a conversation I had with my bf last night.

  2. Yes. Your computer chair is obviously evil.

Post Navigation