Okay, I admit it. I'm a horrible blogger. I post sporadically, infrequently and on such a wide range of train-of-thought topics, I refuse to even tell people I have a blog or give them my handle.
Since I don't write regularly and often use it as a place to rant or vent or just ponder boring, meandering thoughts that enter my head, I figure it's best that it live in obscurity.
Despite my occasional vows to write more, I rarely keep them.
Thankfully, nowadays it's because I'm busy, both with work as well as with social outings with friends and colleagues, and not simply due to exhaustion, lack of time and stress due to a negative and oppressing job situation, as my last absence was due to.
So now, after a relaxing and very lacksadaisical day off -- yes, I completed all of my holiday shopping and can rest easy now -- I'm craving pizza, and trying my best to fight that craving by trying to think of something else I can make that a) would not require me leaving the house (its 15 degrees out), and b) would be a much healthier option than a cheesy, greasy pizza. Also, I'm meeting friends on Friday for pizza and so it wouldn't make much sense to go have one now, would it?
Despite all these rationalizations, I think the pizza is winning, as every time I think of going into the kitchen to make something -- a salad, pasta, etc., I don't. Rather, I find myself looking up the numbers of local pizza places on yahoo.
This despite having eaten half a bag of baby carrots dipped in very healthy, garlic hummus. I would've been better off not eating anything at all!
Maybe if I can put off ordering a pizza for another half hour or so, I can rationalize that its too late to be ordering pizza and going to pick it up and so I will make something else and actually be happy with that.
Okay, so my first blog in several months, somehow became one about me craving pizza.
Great re-start, eh?
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