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Ok, so I know the Olive Garden isn't real Italian food, but... they've been advertising this Stuffed Pasta Misto with Shrimp for the past week or so & I've been wanting it. So tonight I twisted Rob's arm & he went & got take-out.
It was soooo fucking good. I like cheese tortellini & ravioli & I like creamy garlic sauce & I love shrimp. And it had basil & tomatoes which I've been using at home more & more. It was just decadent & everything was very fresh & I scooped up as much of the sauce in the bottom of the take-out dish as I could w/my fingers. Rob got the same-old same-old chicken parm since OG has gotten rid of their veal parm. And we have two pieces of tira misu in the fridge because right now, we're too stuffed to move :D
There's a lot of sadness and frustration at work & it's taking its toll on me. I try not to bring it all home but there's the ever-present dread of going back next week. I should call Kelly but I'm a big-ass emotionally-charged-issue chicken. I mean, what can I say to her? I've never had a major life-threatening illness. I mean, yeah, I got hit by a car & I've had pneumonia, but that stuff is really only temporary. I usually put my foot in it anytime I try to say anything comforting. "Hey Kel, I hope you don't lose your boob. But if it's a toss-up between losing your boob & losing your life, I hope you choose your boob." I feel like a boob anytime I try to make people feel better verbally. I've been trying some visualizations, sending waves of purple healing her way, imagining the tumor shrinking, stuff like that, but it's hard - I'm out of practice & I feel scattered & can't focus firmly.
I was supposed to go to the gym last night, but I always feel so wiped out on Wednesdays. It's my first day off & I can't ever get anything accomplished because I'm just exhausted. I did two loads of laundry & that was it. Ran Scholomance w/Rob, which went better than I thought it would. It's honestly not that bad of a dungeon for 2 over-60 characters. Jinx dinged to 60 & Zane dinged to 62. Hunters don't get crap at 62.
It was soooo fucking good. I like cheese tortellini & ravioli & I like creamy garlic sauce & I love shrimp. And it had basil & tomatoes which I've been using at home more & more. It was just decadent & everything was very fresh & I scooped up as much of the sauce in the bottom of the take-out dish as I could w/my fingers. Rob got the same-old same-old chicken parm since OG has gotten rid of their veal parm. And we have two pieces of tira misu in the fridge because right now, we're too stuffed to move :D
There's a lot of sadness and frustration at work & it's taking its toll on me. I try not to bring it all home but there's the ever-present dread of going back next week. I should call Kelly but I'm a big-ass emotionally-charged-issue chicken. I mean, what can I say to her? I've never had a major life-threatening illness. I mean, yeah, I got hit by a car & I've had pneumonia, but that stuff is really only temporary. I usually put my foot in it anytime I try to say anything comforting. "Hey Kel, I hope you don't lose your boob. But if it's a toss-up between losing your boob & losing your life, I hope you choose your boob." I feel like a boob anytime I try to make people feel better verbally. I've been trying some visualizations, sending waves of purple healing her way, imagining the tumor shrinking, stuff like that, but it's hard - I'm out of practice & I feel scattered & can't focus firmly.
I was supposed to go to the gym last night, but I always feel so wiped out on Wednesdays. It's my first day off & I can't ever get anything accomplished because I'm just exhausted. I did two loads of laundry & that was it. Ran Scholomance w/Rob, which went better than I thought it would. It's honestly not that bad of a dungeon for 2 over-60 characters. Jinx dinged to 60 & Zane dinged to 62. Hunters don't get crap at 62.
