sometimes it seems as though the only thing i can do right is cook. that’s why thursday nights are special and fridays are even more special. i’m enjoying a tasty spicy chicken and spinach verde enchilada that i made last night. yum.
i have to live off of these highs. otherwise, well, crash season returns and i start to dwell on things like the fact that i still haven’t heard anything from the lady who interviewed me on monday. and, even though the job isn’t entirely appealing, it is a job nonetheless. and it comes with benefits, which i haven’t had for a long, long time.
but let’s not think about that. it’s time to get dressed and head on up to capital hill for some good old fashioned volunteer work, the stuff i don’t get paid for.
i’ve promised myself coffee in exchange for my kindness. and today’s a vanilla latte kind of day!