It's been a very, very rough past couple of days. Luckily, I work around 45 hours a week, which takes my mind off the various bullshits of the personal variety that have reared their stupid, ugly, philandering heads. . .but what to do once I've clocked out? Booze is an option, but after all those martinis we had the other night when the bartender tried to steal my credit card and we ended up being the only white people dancing at Michael Jackson tribute night at Café Montmartre and I couldn't peel myself out of bed the next morning, I am forced to acknowledge the dysfunctionality of that route. No money yet for other sorts of recreational drugs. And while yes, I am surrounded by lovely friends who would gladly indulge my desire to bitch, I don't feel like I can confront any 'feelings' just yet without completely losing what few marbles I may have had left.
So where do I turn?
marinated mahi-mahi
Sorrento salad mix with Gorgonzola, candied walnuts, and champagne pear vinaigrette
and Lisa made an amazing batch of chocolate chip cookies
Let's take one more look at these puppies. Oh fuck yes.P.S. Don't forget the Bell's Oberon. I didn't say I was swearing off booze completely. Come on now.
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