I have attachment issues. That is, I can’t / won’t get attached to people. Mostly because historically, it’s been a wasted effort on my part. I don’t like to hang around where I’m not wanted. Maybe that’s given me a skewed perception of such matters, but I’ve been pondering the whole “blogging relationship” thing lately.
A lot of bloggers say that they’ve met amazing people through blogging. I won’t discount that, except that personally, I don’t know that I’d use the word “met.” It’s like looking at someone from afar and acknowledging their existence, but not having the give-and-take of a relationship. Can you really say that you’ve met that person? Given my innate hermitic nature, I’m not sure I’d say that I’m terribly anguished over this, but it does bug me, because I already felt enough like a freak. No need to help things along in that regard!
On a semi-related note, it used to really bother me that I could see how many views a particular post got, but due to lack of comments, I had no idea who was reading. Don’t ask me what happened, or why, because I don’t know — but suddenly, it really doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t care.
This could be seen as both a positive and a negative. Positive because, well, why should the actions (or lack thereof) of someone else have any impact on my mood? Negative because it could be seen as just giving up — like, oh, whatever, here we go again.
On to more menial matters! Such as the fact that in terms of dragging-on-forever, today was even worse than yesterday. It started out with me not getting enough sleep. And eating breakfast these days takes longer than it should — it turns into a whole affair because I have to dig my cereal and granola out of their “hiding places.” Then the girl who was supposed to open the gym didn’t show. (Shocking, right?) I went to another one — and I took the subway instead of walking, because I had to make a stop for my mom, but I hate the subway. The day just dragged on and on and on and on and on. How is it possible that 5.00 AM to 5.00 PM takes far longer to get through than 5.00 PM to 5.00 AM?!
The skin of the squash is much better cold. (However, I believe that pretty much everything is better cold.)
I saw this in the supermarket last night, and my curiosity was piqued… so much so that I bought the chocolate orange flavor, since they were all out of the chocolate variety!
It was very similar to this bar. Taste-wise, it was okay — chocolate with a hint of orange — but it literally felt like I was eating crispy, chocolate- and orange-flavored air. They’re just not very substantial!
I also tried something else that was new to me:
This was an exercise in mishaps… I only used a quarter of the rice and the seasoning mixture, so I quartered the amount of water. But in true-to-me genius fashion, I neglected to quarter the cooking time, and the mess in my microwave was outstanding. So I can’t really speak to its texture. The flavor was pretty good, though it didn’t strike me as “risotto” at all. Granted, I’ve only had it once, and I wasn’t a fan — far too creamy for my taste. I’ll finish this box (cooking it for a shorter amount of time!), but I don’t think this is a repeat purchase for me.
Gorgeous earrings which were sent to me by Jessica; thank you again! 😀
Once I suffer through the work day, tomorrow marks the start a very busy few days… not in a good way! On the plus side, by Saturday night, I will not have to face Yom Kippur for another whole year. And now, instead of reading the last twenty pages of the least amusing amusing book ever written, I will leave it for tomorrow as a subway treat, and get to bed in anticipation of the horrors to come.
Yes, I am being overly dramatic. I hope!
Have a great Thursday.
“Untold suffering seldom is.”
~Franklin P. Jones