Today I went to the gym and it was busier than it would be on a weeknight at 5 pm. I was inscensed. I can't wait for March when everyone decides to sit on their fat asses again.
Just finished a glass of Airborne, the apparent cold/sickness miracle. I don't know if it is an actual cold or mother nature's mood swings, but I feel a little off. Except when I drink wine, which is what I did last night and I felt awesome. And all the cigarettes...it was heaven...anyhoo, I hope the Airborne is as wonderful as so many say it is.
Today I attempting to be a a world class chef. Or at least pretending to have a show on the Food Network. (I wonder what the title of my show would be?) I am making a quiche and a nice green, leafy salad with homeade sun-dried tomato vinigarette. It sounds fancy, I know. I had to get a food processor and everything. I will let you know how it works out. There is always that fear when people invite guests over for dinner. What if the meal doesn't work out? What if it tastes like shit? Will they look down on me and judge me? Will they pitch in for the pizza? I want to be a person who is known for making delicious meals. I also want to be the person who can eat whatever they want and never gain a pound. So I guess I should just be who I am.
Ok, back to cooking. I have a half cup of monterey jack cheese to grate!
1 comment:
Megh's Munchies! That's a good title.
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