wind of various kinds.

Saturdays are the shiiizzzzzzzzzzz.  I’ve been up since the crack but really haven’t gotten anything accomplished. A run is in the very near future but it’s seriously windy out there. That’d be funny if I blew across the street. I think I’m slowly coming out of my depressed funk. It’s lasted much longer than expected but the past few days have been more joyful and upbeat, so that’s hopeful.  Depression blows.

Have you ever woken from a dream crying or laughing?  I’ll never forget one time I dreamt that this dude was climbing up a ladder and bumped his head on a chandelier. I was hysterical in my dream and woke up dying laughing. What a good feeling that was. I woke up crying two nights ago because in my dream I was saying goodbye to my friend who’s moving (in real life) to Oklahoma.  So strange.

For lunch I made Mama Pea’s Magic Kale Salad. I swapped walnuts for pistachios and omitted the sesame oil because I didn’t have any. It’s chillin in the fridge as we speak waiting to be gobbled up.

 

It’s time to face this wind! Speaking of wind, what are your thoughts on people farting in the office? I work with a girl who rips ass all day but won’t stand for anyone else doing it. RUDE!