Gluttony

Gluttony
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Self-Care

Self-Care
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I don't even know what to say today.

I have 12 headshots and letters ready to go in the mail today. I'm proud of that.

I'm waiting for the coffee to kick in.

I miss going to dance class. More than I'll admit on a daily basis.

I have to buy a loft bed today.

My apartment was a mess yesterday and I cleaned it up, put my clean clothes away where they belonged, and made neat piles on my desk. I'm proud of that, too.

I have a deep affection for the Brooklyn Public Library.

The Raw Shark Texts was quite boring. And then it got good. Really good. Another winner, in my opinion.

I need a sharp change in the weather. I need a change, period. I feel like I'm covered in silt, like I've drifted into a still pool, out of the main current and into one of those cloudy, weed-littered pools that line a rushing river. I've settled to the bottom and I'm covered with sediment. I need a good, swift kick from an accidental toe to send me back into the current.

Or maybe I just need some vegetables.

Summertime

Summertime
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I was never that excited about cherries as a child. Probably because of the work involved: pulling off the stem, chewing around the pit, spitting out the pits and collecting them somewhere. I can't recall the last time I had a cherry before I became addicted to them last August.

Last August I started the Maker's Diet. The plan to get you started on a new way of eating is 40 days long, and the first two weeks take away pretty much everything remotely sugary. No bread, no potatoes, not even most beans; only lentils are allowed. As far as fruit goes, you're pretty much restricted to berries and cherries only. How fortunate that I lived through those two weeks at prime cherry time!

My snack foods were cherries and almonds, and the busy work involved in eating both of those things helped me keep my mouth occupied and free of cookies and candy.

Last Saturday as I left work late and ambled down 14th Street, a man with a produce cart was still hanging out on the corner, hoping for some late night sales. Happy circumstance: he had cherries for sale! (Now, I'm sure this man just bought some fruit and vegetables from a grocery store and was re-selling them on the street, but I don't care. New York is all about convenience, and there they were, on my way home.) Delighted with my find, I bought a pound of sweet cherries and headed home.

I sometimes wish cherries were in season all year, but that would be ludicrous. I tried some Chilean cherries in the middle of the winter. They were terrible. Cherries are meant to be enjoyed when the temperature is up. Cherries herald the beginning of summer, real summer. After a short stint in the fridge, they're cool and refreshing when the rest of the world is sticky and hot. They are busy work. They are beautiful.

Container from The Container Store

Container from The Container Store
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

Oh, I had such high hopes for today's blog. I'm pooped, though. Probably going to take out my contacts and go to bed within the next ten minutes.

It was a gorgeous day. I discovered a new park by the water, reunited with a high school friend I haven't seen in 11 years, and had delicious meals for lunch and dinner.

And I'm sun-drained and pooped.

'Night.

"Eat Me"

"Eat Me"
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I got to play Alice in Alice in Wonderland once, so that's totally relevant.

So, the gas is back on, but I can't get my stove to light. The pilots are lit, and I read the manual and it said that there might be air in the gas line so I held a lit match next to the burner like it said, but so far, no dice, and the match doesn't last very long.

Any ideas? I would love to eat some eggs.

Waiting

Waiting
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I declined taking a shower today. Know why? Because the gas is still off and I didn't want to take a freezing cold shower. Yeah, I'm a little grody. But I doused myself with Honeysuckle body splash and kept moving.

Book recommendation for this month: by George by Wesley Stace. Charming. Reminds me of a movie whose title I can't remember right now (a coming-of-age film about a Scottish boy). It was a slow starter: wasn't sure I liked it in the first 50 pages. I'm hooked now.

Weather: cloudy and humid.

Beauty

Beauty
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I burn my candles almost every day. In reality, they don't do much to mask the smell of cigarette smoke, but I burn them anyway as a psychological defense; a placebo effect, if you will. I decide that they're helping so they're helping.

So ConEd decided to turn off the gas yesterday. They're working on something on the corner. I thought, "Dangit! I was just about to cook my greens. Boo." I settled for a peanut butter sandwich instead.

Today, the gas is still off. And an unfortunate side effect is that we have no hot water. The water heater (or boiler, whatever it is) is gas-powered. Which means that I gasped my way through the coldest - and quickest - shower I've ever taken.

Please hurry and finish, ConEd. Most of my food is only consumable after it's been cooked, and I'm running out of peanut butter and yogurt.


The weather's warm and clear.

And I have to go to work.

Portrait of a Moldy Onion

Portrait of a Moldy Onion
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

Mmm...black mold. Good stuff.

Never fear, I will cut it off before I cut it up. I refuse to waste good food on my budget.

It's raining today. And I need toilet paper. I don't want to go out in the rain, nor do I want to go to work. But I need toilet paper. And I also need money. This is a no-win situation.

Lazy Friday

Possible Pic for Miss Julie
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I finally have a day off this week. This week was a busy one with most of my days beginning before 7:00 am. That sucked. But I got to sleep in a little today. I took some photos and washed the dishes and looked at my new headshots (oooooo! it's about time for new pictures!) and now I'm relaxing until it's time to make dinner. I have become one of those people that has dietary restrictions, so I must prepare my own food or risk getting a nasty headache as I did yesterday after eating some soup from a cafe. I have learned my lesson.

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David Anderson, I owe you a blog entry. Don't worry! I have not forgotten. (I might be more expedient with my entry if I have some video to link to *hinthint*. :D)

too...tired...

So...very...busy... *gasp*

Sleep...must sleeeeeeeep...zzzzzzzzzz....

PS - Here. Have some cornbread: