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My ability to write came skulking back around 8:00 last night, so I managed about 2K words on the story (almost halfway to the total word count), sent that off to my sanity check people, had a minor hissy fit, and then spent more time dinking around the interwebs. Let me tell you, when you are seeking distraction, Polyvore is both very good and very bad. Good in that it is full of pretty things and fun projects, bad in that IT WILL EAT YOUR BRAIN AND SENSE OF TIME PASSING.
Thank you to everyone who posted consoling or cheering comments to me yesterday when I was feeling a bit meh and whiny. They did make me feel better, and I appreciate that very much.
So, comfort food and books. When I am stressed or in need of emotional soothing, I crave (in addition to cupcakes, that is) two particular foods. Macaroni and cheese, preferably from Beechers, which is a fantastic creamery/cheese-maker here in Seattle. I have never, never had better mac & cheese. Why yes, our dinner last night included it, how clever of you to have suspected that.
My other comfort food is from a tiny family-owned Mexican place in our neighborhood. The food is very tasty, the chips and salsa and guacamole are addictive, and they have photos of their burrito grande being compared in size to a newborn infant. Really, what's not to love?
Comfort reading. Now, I am a fast reader. A really fast reader. I can finish an average novel in an evening, so I re-read books pretty frequently anyway. But again, in times of stress or when I am feeling not quite the thing, I will ignore whatever stack of enticing new books I have and head straight for ... oh, things like Personal Darkness by Tanith Lee. Anno Dracula by Kim Newman. Gothique by Kyle Marafin. And my new comfort read, which hasn't even been released yet (but I managed to get an advance copy): Souless (The Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger. (clicky-link!) Those of you that are perceptive and/or familiar with my tastes (which is all of you, now that I think about it) have noticed that all of my comfort reads are about vampires. Stamp my cliché card now, please. Really, the only comfort read of mine that isn't about vampires is Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury, and I only allow myself to re-read that every October. Which is only a month away, hurrah!
Thank you to everyone who posted consoling or cheering comments to me yesterday when I was feeling a bit meh and whiny. They did make me feel better, and I appreciate that very much.
So, comfort food and books. When I am stressed or in need of emotional soothing, I crave (in addition to cupcakes, that is) two particular foods. Macaroni and cheese, preferably from Beechers, which is a fantastic creamery/cheese-maker here in Seattle. I have never, never had better mac & cheese. Why yes, our dinner last night included it, how clever of you to have suspected that.
My other comfort food is from a tiny family-owned Mexican place in our neighborhood. The food is very tasty, the chips and salsa and guacamole are addictive, and they have photos of their burrito grande being compared in size to a newborn infant. Really, what's not to love?
Comfort reading. Now, I am a fast reader. A really fast reader. I can finish an average novel in an evening, so I re-read books pretty frequently anyway. But again, in times of stress or when I am feeling not quite the thing, I will ignore whatever stack of enticing new books I have and head straight for ... oh, things like Personal Darkness by Tanith Lee. Anno Dracula by Kim Newman. Gothique by Kyle Marafin. And my new comfort read, which hasn't even been released yet (but I managed to get an advance copy): Souless (The Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger. (clicky-link!) Those of you that are perceptive and/or familiar with my tastes (which is all of you, now that I think about it) have noticed that all of my comfort reads are about vampires. Stamp my cliché card now, please. Really, the only comfort read of mine that isn't about vampires is Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury, and I only allow myself to re-read that every October. Which is only a month away, hurrah!
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"...and the stories of Dr. Eszterhazy, a sort of even more erudite Sherlock Holmesian figure living in the mythical Scythia-Pannonia-Transbalkania, the waning fourth-largest empire in Europe."
It's got airships and all that goody goodness in it. :D
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I had the option of getting the mac and cheese when we went to Beecher's, but it seemed a little expensive for mac and cheese. And it was cheese sauce, not melted cheese. How good can mac and cheese really be? So I got the crab sandwich, which was merely okay.
I don't know if I have comfort reading specifically. There are so many books I haven't read that I don't often read something I've already read just for the hell of it. (He says as he re-reads a bunch of Daredevil...but it's so I can read the stuff afterward that I haven't read yet!)
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Also, the same comfort book (something wicked).
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That it is tooooooo far from me?
(I am not doing the insane Driving To SoCal thing. Maybe I should drive to Seattle at some point...)
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Last week I finally remembered the greasy spoon down the street - lo and behold! A grilled cheese sandwich! Not quite like I'd make at home, but better than what I'd been getting.
I have so many crappy days at work that I may turn into a grilled cheese sandwich.
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I'm sorry you're having so many crappy days at work. I hope they get better soon.
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