I sit here pressing f5, f5, f5…what do I do? What can I do? Why am I so involved in the uninvolved? Why is it like crack to me to get that hit, to get that digit up on the counter and know that I’ve been seen? I’m open for your viewing pleasure, but it’s not you I’ve opened up for, is it? It was really for me. To satisfy the question I had to answer. The polls are out, the verdict’s in. I was right. Now what do I do?
I think I’ll write some more. I’ll write because that’s what feeds this high. I’ll write because that’s what brings the hits. I think I’ll write some more.
Journal entry number one: Today I made a pot roast. I chopped up the onions and minced the garlic. I minced. I know what that is, had to look it up, but I know what it actually means. I hate to live generally. I can’t work right if I don’t know what it is I’m working toward. Anyway, I minced two cloves of garlic and tossed it in with two carrots and four potatoes. It was good. Garrett liked it; actually, he asked for the recipe. I told him, aside from the basics, I also added water, lemon juice, red peppers, chili peppers, salt, pepper, green onions, vinegar, and seasoned meat tenderizer.
It’s a dull life, but I do it every day.
Also, on top of that amazing cooking feat, I made a crab salad. When I was looking up ideas for what to do with the crab I bought yesterday, I typed in “crap.” I didn’t mean to, and let me tell you, I had a hysterical reaction toward Google’s responses. I minced again. I actually used a lot of the same ingredients: peeled carrot, minced garlic, onion, lemon juice, vinegar. I haven’t tried it yet, but I bet it’ll be good.
It’s a dull life, but I do it every day.
Not the cooking thing. I don’t do that everyday. I do the dull life thing every day, though. It’s called life, and it’s as boring as you want it to be. I guess I could go into the process of doing my job, wearing the uniform, writing analysis, or staying in shape, but it’s all really quite boring to me.
It’s my life, and I do it every day.
-LoKi