This week was a quiet one.
I worked long shifts at Day Job, until all I wanted to do was get home and crawl into bed and consume worrying amounts of Netflix.
I wrote. I wrote more than I have in a long, long time. The novel is coming along.
I held onto the belief that someday I will write for a living.
I made lazy-person crab soup:
Chicken broth: boil. Pad Thai noodles: boil in broth until delicious. While waiting: chop up obscene amounts of cilantro and green onions. No, that’s not enough. More. Then more. Throw fake-crab chunks in the pot. Throw green onions in the pot. Cook it for like another minute, until the crabby chunks start to fall apart. Slop in a bowl, add so much cilantro that you can’t see your soup anymore. The end.
I went to have the car serviced, and found out that some part I didn’t even know existed needs replacing, and they pretty much want me to pledge them my firstborn child. I signed happily, because I’m not having any children. Joke’s on them.
Tonight I’m going out drinking with my girls; tomorrow will either be very productive or very slow, depending on recovery needs.
How was your week?