Back in the country after 2 weeks of running around. Brought back pseudo-cheesy t-shirts for the roommates that I'd actually wear. Given the amount of culinary adventuring, I'd guess that I'm twice the size. Gym mother fucker gym. Beefcake baby, beefcake.
It's about six on a Sunday morning and I'm torn between trying to go back to bed, and cleaning up, making breakfast, doing some work. Perhaps I can sort my life out later.
This year has turned out rather interesting to say the least, with its selection of first, second and third courses. Nervous in a good way. Haven't felt like this in a while.
This will be a good year. I can make it so.