fireball

i have been going to the gym every weekday, enjoying classes in dance, spinning, and yoga. this has been great because it a) creates routine in the otherwise unstructured hours between 4ish and sleep, b) gives me a place to meet sweet 40 year old women and sketchy 50 year old men, and c) exercise.

both my cell phone and our hot water have been broken this week. inconvenient, certainly, but also quite useful to learn to do without. i am much more water-efficient with the cold showers.

i am embarking on a vague campaign to spend more money on good food because i love food and i have enough money. yesterday i saw some fresh bolognese sauce from a pasta store. it was $4.08 for an 8 oz jar but i made myself buy it. it was pretty flavorful but kind of watery. overall, i am trying to convince myself to use money to get things that i want.

we all know that i have mastered the skill of using a lighter. i am very proud. i have been fearful of lighting our actual gas oven, because hey, that's terrifying. well, i got me some tiny fingerling potatoes to roast, cut em up real cute, covered them in olive oil, the works. i opened the oven and lit it and a giant fireball exploded and singed my arm hairs and made a huge bang and made my heart stop. i sauteed the potatoes instead. they were crispy and adorable and the smell of burnt hair had mostly disappeared by the time they were done.