divine angst

Please excuse my vitriol. I rescued my gone-missing post from my feed.

Of course, it doesn’t change the fact that Blogger lost my post. Still, I should be a little less nasty. It’s the kind of thing I’d resolve to do for Lent if that were coming up. It’s not, though, so I just have to make a little effort to be less bitchy.

Sigh…it’s just been a really long day, and it’s absurdly hot here for October. 45 more minutes, though, and I’m going to happy hour (”Martinis and Manicures”—it’s like a cattle call, actually, with 30 nail techs and scads of drunk female professionals. And martinis. I know you’re jealous.) and then I’m packing for my weekend away.

About that; I likely will post from away, since I’ll be on a college campus with no shortage of free internet access. I have to post, at least, when I get my LSAT score. Oh, I won’t be disclosing it….I’ll just crow or weep, whichever is appropriate.

Unless LSAC didn’t lie when they said the 25th. In which case, enjoy the weekend, duckies!

One of my recommendation-writers emailed me this morning to ask how I wanted the letter addressed since she was just about to finish up with it and send it on.

Yahoo! No pestering necessary!

In an attempt to reverse my recent habit of poor nutrition, I offset my cheese bagel with an Odwalla drink this morning. I chose the one with “a full meal’s worth of protein, and 190% of your daily requirement of folic acid.”

Folic acid is good, and I am of childbearing age, so I should probably get more of it. Plus, it was made with soy milk and vanilla—yum!

No. NOT yum. In fact, the antithesis of yum. Chalky shit. Tastes like Milk of Magnesia, but with vanilla instead of wanna-be mintiness. Mind you, I still drank the thing because my body needs to know what healthy, nutritious food/drink tastes like, but I dreaded every sip.

I used to eat well. When I lived alone, I made myself healthy meals most nights; when Mr. Angst wasn’t taking night classes, I cooked wholesome, well-balanced meals all the time. Now, I’m lucky if I have a peanut butter sandwich and some Ruffles.

I need to master cooking in advance, and stock my freezer with wholesome well-balanced casseroles. I just hate frozen food and our freezer makes everything that comes out of it smell vaguely like fish.