I have lost my fear of artichokes. Well, not that I ever ran away in terror in the grocery store, but rather one of the perks of my job is that I was paid to learn how to cook a fantabulous meal the other night. So, really, when I say I lost my fear of artichokes, I mean I have my first artichoke spinach dip cooking in the oven at this very second. We're talking straight from scratch, that I prepped and cooked the artichokes, that I steamed the spinach, that I chopped the garlic.

We'll see how it all turns out in about fifteen minutes.


The job is on the up. There are some events coming up that are promising to make me eat too many desserts. I should eat a big meal before I go to them so I don't touch those saturated fat-saturated desserts, or be tempted to sip some wonderful red wine, since reds are starting to give me immediate headaches as of late.



Still, at this job, all I can think about is the future. What step is this, leading me where? And I have to stop myself from asking people about their path in life all the time. I know there's no harm in that, but there's something to say about scaring them into thinking I'm going to quit in six months.

I've purchased study things for the LSAT, GRE and have some previously for the GRE, LSAT and GMAT. Just to study. To stay sharp.

I was doing some math today and was surprised and what I did and didn't remember; what I never learned. I was such a horrible student.

I'm not sure when I started thinking more concretely about my life, like the progression of a dance learned step--by--step, but I have and I'm glad of it.


I have hardly any pages left of Love in the Time of Cholera and am not really sure how I feel about it. I finished Harry Potter on Saturday, unable to fall asleep without finishing it. Of course, I think the end was horrible. The last "chapter" ruined everything. Anyone who's read it knows exactly what I'm talking about.