![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Nov. 10th, 2014 02:35 pmContrary to recent evidence, I do have good days. I think I just know how to write about the ones that ache.
I had a productive-like morning. There was laundry and work and things. And then I fell off the edge of the world, ended up trying to parboil myself in our shower and pretty much refusing to move from the couch after that.
But I'm trying to get back into reading food blogs as a sort of quasi-hobby until I can figure out what I want to do with the rest of my time and oh the thanksgiving recipes. So many ways I want to prepare brussels sprouts. So many kinds of cranberry sauce. cardamom-glazed carrots? goat cheese mashed potatoes?
How do other people make space for cooking in their lives? Is it just something that can't coexist with this much anxiety and depression?
I had a productive-like morning. There was laundry and work and things. And then I fell off the edge of the world, ended up trying to parboil myself in our shower and pretty much refusing to move from the couch after that.
But I'm trying to get back into reading food blogs as a sort of quasi-hobby until I can figure out what I want to do with the rest of my time and oh the thanksgiving recipes. So many ways I want to prepare brussels sprouts. So many kinds of cranberry sauce. cardamom-glazed carrots? goat cheese mashed potatoes?
How do other people make space for cooking in their lives? Is it just something that can't coexist with this much anxiety and depression?
