What do you do when you have the day off, your boyfriend asks you to make dinner, and you’re too lazy to leave the house?
You figure out how to make something edible from the things you have around the house already, which is often difficult given the usual state of our refrigerator (currently: 16 containers of Dannon Light & Fit, some leftover pizza, and kale from my mom’s garden).
Anyway, I rummaged around and actually managed to round up the ingredients to make some pretty good shrimp tacos. I share this with you so that you may either recreate them, or draw inspiration and apply it to your own cabinet situation. I hesitate to even call this a recipe, it’s so easy. Continue reading
I’ve been dealing with a lot of anxiety for awhile. You could say I’m having a quarter-life crisis, I guess. Or just a tough time. I don’t know. Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half has a blog post that sums up a lot of my weird icky feelings a lot better than I ever could.
Image via Hyperbole and a Half
“HOSPITAL SWITCHBOARD,” barks the lady on the other end of the telephone. After a moment of confusion, I tell her that the last person I spoke to said they were transferring me to outpatient mental health scheduling. Without another word exchanged, I’m listening to the hospital’s hold music. I think it might be mocking me.
“I’m walking on sunshine, whoa-oh-oh, ha-ha, and you’re not!”
I explain what just happened to the woman who picks up.
“How did that happen?” she asks, as if I somehow willed my call to be transferred to the wrong person. I stutter. “Hold please,” she says, before I can collect any words. The hold music is still playing the same song. I idly hum along for a minute until someone picks up the phone.
“HOSPITAL SWITCHBOARD,” yells a familiar voice.