I keep putting off writing this post. At first I thought it was regular-grade procrastination, but now I realize it’s because I’m tired of being angry.
But also, I realize, if I don’t write this post, then I can’t talk about any of the other things I want to talk about. So, the anger is a distraction.
Here’s the thing: I’m used to being angry. As I’ve said before–more than once–I’m like the Incredible Hulk: I’m always angry.
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That’s it. That’s the post.
I did make lasagna, though. I can’t remember the last time I did. Between the IBS and the lactose intolerance and the no wheat thing, it seemed like a pipe dream, but a friend of mine posted a picture of her lasagna, and I remembered seeing gluten-free no-boil lasagna noodles at the store (and I’m stocked up on Lactaid), so I thought, “Eh, why not?” and so a lasagna was born.
I almost burnt it, but that’s neither here nor there.
You know what’s sad? How poorly I do without external motivation. The A to Z Challenge is over, so I haven’t posted anything since last Monday, but ALSO I had to force myself to post this today, so I wouldn’t go one more day without not posting it. I mean, it’s fine because I do this for me, but I had stuff to talk about on Monday! I just didn’t.
So here’s that stuff.
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