On eating and other adventures

Day 100

This weekend my dog ate a bag of Ghiradelli Milk Chocolate and Caramelized Almond Squares and I ate a roasted artichoke that had a worm in it. And it wasn't one of those, Is that a worm? moments where you look really closely at a teeny brown speck with apprehension. No, it was like a big yellow tequila worm with eyes and stuff. Good times.

What you get for a quarter

Day 97

Back on dry land for a week now I have been hesitant to say/write/think anything as I am still wet behind the ears. It's been a long hard battle with the jet-lag as it always is and I am thrilled to say that I woke up today at 9:30 AM and not 4:13 am like I did every other morning last week. I'm sure that's not really an accomplishment to most people especially those who have their act together and have jobs and aren't moonlighting on their hyper extended quarter life crises.
Yes, I'm still doing that and finding it rather slow going but definitely progressing. Did you know there are books out there about this? Books about why a spoiled, self-important, entitled person like me would suddenly find themselves feeling lost and unfulfilled at such a young and tender age when really they should be sucking it up and answering phones and taking messages and making lunch, plane, hotel, and massage reservations and sending out dry cleaning and... ok so I briefly thumbed through that one at the airport on the way home. I knew I would inevitably have to face up to the million dollar question when I got home: What are you going to DO now?

I have been pondering my life path for many moons now, I realize, and I should (by now) have come up with a decent answer or vague idea. At the moment I have been telling people that I want to become a massage therapist, and I am in no way saying this facetiously. However, this answer is not being met with rave reviews. So for now, I am thinking up another one.

re-entry

Day 92
Back in the USA. Where the food is fried and the portions are large and I can understand people on the street and I can watch cooking on TV all day long. To sleep in my bed! To see my Charlie (who in my absence has been sprayed by a skunk and smells)! To drive my car and wear my big sunglasses and talk on the my cell phone! Oh LA, it's good to be back.

Although I do miss this.