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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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I'm sorry you're having so many crappy days at work. I hope they get better soon.