I'm not dead. I'm just lazy.
I woke up late two days in a row. This makes me not want to do anything, but I had planned on going grocery shopping. The jury's out as to whether I'll just skip over to the Dollar General for milk and postpone Wallyworld.
The news lately is fucking horrible. Mass stabbing in Traverse City, mass shooting in NYC, some shithead killed two people in front of their kids on a fucking hiking trail in NWAR (northwest Arkansas to the uninitiated), four people were murdered by some asshole in TN. Is it any wonder I don't want to go anywhere?
I dreamed last night that I had a third tomato on my plants. Yeah, I lead a boring life. Here's me dreaming about tomatoes. One more tomato is an exciting thing for me.
I'm supposed to start AuGoWriMo today and write words. I need to carve out some time to do that and I need to STOP watching Roku for a few hours to get that done. I can do it! Unfortunately, we found a new series to watch last night and it was awesome. Drat.
A couple of days ago, I had a chicken breast defrosted to make Salsa Chicken, but then I realized I didn't have the right cheese, so I turned it into a kind of Chicken Parm. Slap a chicken breast into a pan, cover it in marinara sauce, cover that all in mozzarella, bake at 375F for 30-40 minutes or until cooked through. I made spaghetti noodles and more sauce to go with it, and added those into the pan about halfway through. It all turned out really yummy. We ate the leftovers for dinner last night. Yum.
Yeah, the lacking cheese thing is another reason I need to go to Wallyworld. Drat.
During the making of the spaghetti noodles, I spent some time dancing around the living room to music in my head. Sawyer was freaked out by this. Finn just looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had.
