|fridge at 11:29pm: i wish there were more to my fridge than PBR, cake, and cabbage...sadly there is not.|
our farmstore manager is sipping cervezas in panama for the next 10 days and i unwittingly became fill-in manager. which means 99%farmstore 1%farm for the next 10 days. i cannot possibly continue as this careening ball of nervous twitches. i must breathe. find peace in the city. drop the shoulders. stretch out the neck. find some warm slippers for the farmstore. and start getting over this neurotic city self.
how do you relax in a city? i think i've forgotten how to live like a 21st century modern being.
so tomorrow morning game plan:
arise with sun.
ignore forming dread in southern region of hair for at least one more day.
hot shower/hot yoga.
cuppa no-caffeine tea.
breakfast of pea shoots, fried eggs, and mushrooms with nick.
piece of cake. it isn't a proper meal without a proper sweet conclusion.
ride into big scary sweaty nervous city with book and warm, proper, clothes.
the day will be met with serenity and calm. i will conquer these city nerves.