apropos of anything

I came home from the office about 45 minutes ago, and in that time I’ve eaten, changed into pajamas, and tried to figure out where I’m going to pick back up again. And also how I’m going to stay awake because despite sleeping approximately 30 hours this weekend, I am so, so tired.

That’s why I didn’t post much last year: Every post would mention somewhere, I am so, so tired. It would get redundant and boring, and not even the occasional I am so, so angry would do much to break up the monotony… so I didn’t post at all. I meant to do better this year, but… I am so, so tired. I’m not sure it’s going to get any better anytime soon, even though I promised myself that this year would be better, that this year I would see my friends and eat lunch and make time to pee.

Perhaps this is where I make myself stick to that promise because here it’s in black and white, and if I don’t post much, well then I have to do better. For me.

When staying in Augusta for multiple days, PACK RUNNING SHOES.

It really is. We’re only sidetracking for a teensy second.

I spent hours looking for pizza recipes because I wanted to serve pizzas at iftaar (which I did, a variation off Allie’s Mushroom Pizza), and now that it’s over, I find this page with all sorts of lovely pizza ideas. I’m writing about it here so I keep a link around, especially because I promised my brothers I’d make them pizza sometime this week since the halal pepperoni one ran out so quickly on Friday.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled focus.

Bottles that are clearly marked “soda”, Italian or otherwise, should not be shaken immediately before opening. It doesn’t matter HOW cloudy they might look towards the bottom.

And then you will realize how incredibly stupid you were. I mean, I know all twenty-one and twenty-two year olds have some growing up to do, but man.

Like when my mother tells me half a dozen times to call her uncle, the only living relative I have that even remotely resembles a grandfather, and I keep pushing it off because I’m busy or because I forget, and then he ends up calling me. And then he’s not even upset that I didn’t call him; instead, he just wants to make sure I know his granddaughter is having a something on Thanksgiving weekend, and could I come please?

I need to call people more. A lot more.

Also, happy birthday, Dan!

There’s work. There’s weddings — and the associated dress-altering, shoe-shopping, scarf-shopping, nails-and-eyebrows-doing. And there’s traffic. Sitting with a hundred other vehicles on four lanes of GA 400 because a car stalled in the second right lane. And more weddings, shower plannings, and mehndhi decoratings. Dholke partyings. Cousin visitings. Room paintings that have to be canceled because of — you guessed it — work.

Somewhere in there, I’m going to squeeze in a social life.