I’m off from work this week. Partly it was for mental health purposes and partly because I need to write papers for the end of the semester. Naturally, I’m dragging my feet on the paper writing. I decided to go with the shorter one first and while that sounds like a good idea, I feel like I’ve analyzed the semester-long project to death with all the reflection on the class wiki and blog that now that I have to synthesize, I’m just not interested. The part about not being interested tends to happen to me at the end of each semester and I just need to kick my own butt and get going. At least I have set up where I want to go with the paper. I just need to get on with it.
I realize I’ve reached the bottom of the barrel when I mention weather here but I’m sick to death of windy days. It seems like for the last week it’s been windy and my poor chapped lips are tired of it.
Let’s see what else? We went to delux last night for dinner and I’m not interested in going back. The pluses are that draft beers are $2 on Mondays and the blue plates are a dollar less. The mac and cheese side dish was good. The design of the place was nice and the ceiling changes color! It’s hard to remember what the bar upstairs looked like that time I went there with the loud band, dim lighting and free flowing drinks and it was called Paradise Cafe (? I think. It’s hard to remember).
The minuses: was there actually truffle on the truffle fries? The fried chicken was the saltiest thing I’ve tasted in a long time. If I hardly touch fried chicken it means it sucks. Also, I’ve turned into an old lady but for the love of god will someone please stop having dining tables smack up against bars? If I’m with my old husband and my old friend then I don’t want to be rubbing asses with 20-somethings doing shots. Especially after I’ve eaten part of a shitty lump of fried chicken. It pisses me off. You damn kids get off my lawn.