1. Despite all expectations to the contrary, my workplace has become steadily more rather than less frantic following our biennial conference (I’ll write its final posts soon, I promise). Thank heavens for the steady supply of Lindt 85%, punnets of fresh raspberries, macarons from Farmer’s Daughter (the pistachio above is my favourite) and, most of all, the laughter-filled friendship always at the office. I wish nothing had to change.
2. Whenever I get sent interstate for work meetings (which is fairly regularly), my heart skips a beat at the thought, and later reality, of ordering a large decaf soy latte at the airport as a treat. The above photo was me trying to show you how crazy-thick the foam was, but I failed. It just looks weird.
Side note: I haven’t even begun to sort out Christmas presents. This was merely one of many, many anxieties that my mind decided to get incredibly stressed about between the hours of midnight and 3am this morning.
Side side note: I hate you sometimes, mind.
4. In an effort to address my decreasing ability to sleep, I’m attempting this wacky life-shenanigan that people call “exercise”. After discovering that my 5+ year-old runners are so worn out that their insides are showing plastic, I bought a new pair.
Truly, though, I just wanted to show you my crying tofu socks, which my brother sent me back when he was living in Japan. They’re my favourite socks, ever.
5. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Nice try, Artisse, but I shan’t fall for your lies again.
6. After realising that I’d eaten little else but candy, Cheerios, and tahini for two days straight, I threw together an enormous “salad” of raw broccoli, raw cauliflower, nutritional yeast, dulse flakes, and vegan dijonnaise.
Yes, I absolutely did sing the Rocky theme song in my head whilst eating this creation at work. And yes, my insides went into moderate shock as they tried to work out what they were being asked to digest because WHERE IN THE NAME OF HOLY BUCKET IS THE SUGAR AND FAT SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT SOMETHING IS QUITE WRONG. (Spot the reference!)
7. Last but not least, Jenni and I gave ourselves an early mark from work yesterday as a reward for defeating several hefty and tricksy deliverables, and thereby were able to catch a 4:30pm screening of Breaking Dawn Part One. We two aside, it gives me great faith in humanity that our screening was almost completely empty.
Oh, my readers. My friends. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to forget life’s current anxieties. I have not laughed so much during a movie for a very long time, and what made it all the more glorious was that, as many of you would know, the movie is not meant to be funny. But from the moment the movie opened with a shot of Jacob ripping off his shirt (how is this not a parody of itself?), to the part in the middle (with the wolves shouting) where Jenni and I laughed so hard we were writhing in our seats and I honestly couldn’t breathe, to when Jenni and I walked out at the end in giddy horror that such a story exists (I just accidentally typed “suck a story”, by the by), it made my day with its awfulness.
And that’s not just the pistachio macaron talking.
Question Time: So, let’s get this great divide of our times sorted out, shall we? What are your thoughts on Twilight?