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As I write this my sweetie is making spaghetti. Is there any better smell in the world than onions sautéing? It’s a positively primeval feeling. And garlic bread. Garlic bread is primeval too. It makes up for the whole long, boring mind-numbing day laced with random depression and melancholy, and for the vicious fight for the remote-control that I won hands-down. (Hey—they shouldn’t run the premiere of Gilmore Girls opposite Nova…it’s a recipe for disaster. Usually I like Nova but this one was about the Big Bang theory which is really boring. And I’d been waiting for this GG all summer!)
It’s been the kind of day when I’d really like a drink, a glass of wine; but there’s none in the house. I’m so bad at drinking that if I open a bottle of wine I’ll have a glass but the other three glasses will sit in the fridge in the bottle until it’s only good for vinaigrette. I like recipes that require three glasses of wine…and wines that come in single-serve. This V-8 just isn’t the same, which is probably why they don’t make tomato wine…
My finances are in an awful state. I’m not in a position yet to absorb strange four-hundred-dollar costs like the new tires. I feel very adult though, not asking Mom and Dad for help. They are changing too; they didn’t offer—or force—any money on me. I guess they might be starting to see me as a grown-up, too. How strange. J My work schedule is having weird effects on my life. In the past two weeks, I’ve only been to a bookstore twice! And not to Half-Price at all. The folks at Barnes and Noble will think I’ve died…
If I have to choose (instead of doing both) I’ll go to Borders because it’s nicer. And the staff is friendlier. Plus I used to work for Borders so I have that nostalgic fondness for it. (Meaning, I like it better now than I did at the time, naturally.) Well, I’m going to sign off because I’m so tired that I’m afraid tomorrow I’ll look at my blog and think, “What was I thinking?”