Considering the amount of time I spend worried that I’m not able to complete tasks efficiently enough it’s astounding how quickly I can swing from convincing myself I need to move to California to convincing myself that perhaps I am overreacting to a bad day and I need a glass of water and eight hours’ sleep. It’s a speedy full circle, a loop-de-loop of consideration that plants me back where I began with a derisive little laugh. Sometimes it’s Maine or Alaska or Mexico or Spain (Galicia, lol) but yesterday it was California because it’s cold here and because my roommate just moved away and I’m sad and I don’t deal with people I love moving to California very well, quite frankly I’m tired of it, and would like to put a ban on all moves for at least six months, ideally a year. If you are my friend please take note. I like to pick myself up and toss myself around between geographies but when other people do it themselves it’s too much for me to take. Anyways Hallie is gone and I’m going to see her in a few short months and also I’m going to Mexico next week so everything is really fine but I’ve been experiencing this pure unadulterated sort of sadness and moping around a bit and making everything about me and also making these potatoes I'm going to tell you about. What I’m saying is this is what I made once she had left and the house was empty and dinner was most certainly going to happen in bed. You understand.
tiny baby expedient fried potatoes
tiny baby expedient fried potatoes
tiny baby expedient fried potatoes
Considering the amount of time I spend worried that I’m not able to complete tasks efficiently enough it’s astounding how quickly I can swing from convincing myself I need to move to California to convincing myself that perhaps I am overreacting to a bad day and I need a glass of water and eight hours’ sleep. It’s a speedy full circle, a loop-de-loop of consideration that plants me back where I began with a derisive little laugh. Sometimes it’s Maine or Alaska or Mexico or Spain (Galicia, lol) but yesterday it was California because it’s cold here and because my roommate just moved away and I’m sad and I don’t deal with people I love moving to California very well, quite frankly I’m tired of it, and would like to put a ban on all moves for at least six months, ideally a year. If you are my friend please take note. I like to pick myself up and toss myself around between geographies but when other people do it themselves it’s too much for me to take. Anyways Hallie is gone and I’m going to see her in a few short months and also I’m going to Mexico next week so everything is really fine but I’ve been experiencing this pure unadulterated sort of sadness and moping around a bit and making everything about me and also making these potatoes I'm going to tell you about. What I’m saying is this is what I made once she had left and the house was empty and dinner was most certainly going to happen in bed. You understand.