I'm starting to learn how to cook again. How to pour milk from a carton rather than an industrial stainless steel cooler. That spaghetti needs a full pot of water or it will congeal into a singularity of gluten--not exactly the thank you present I wanted to give Dennis and Molly, family friends who are letting me sleep in their basement while I live in the twin cities.
I've also been drinking more cran-grape juice, but it tastes too much like communion, so I feel that I will soon desist.
The capitol is a lot like an episode of the office. Well, no one is quite as embarrasing as Michael, but Andy is here. Dwight too.
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Ahhh - real life can be less exciting than our imagination, but much more real. Not very profound, but I've been dealing with real life for years and am getting used to it. Try the yarn store on Grand Avenue, Any Thai restaurants close by? Read any good books lately?
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