As luck would have it, in the middle of my miniature kitchen renovation, my landlord decided to start doing work on the rest of our apartments. Add the stress of moot court and the ensuing deep-set depression of first semester grades, and you’ve got a recipe for no recipes. Specifically, a lack of desire to cook so deep that it makes Lean Cuisine meals look like a suicide hotline. Thankfully, Blue Apron, a food delivery and cooking service, stepped in to soothe the soul-crushing workload of ten hours and a brief before my first round of job interviews.
Curiosity and a freezing cold night inspired, as my notes tell me, both action and forbearance on the part of a contract I made. Specifically, a contract with my diet. I forebeared in opting out of my daily cardio and sweatfest when my booty short-clad legs hit 20-degree air, and I acted when I looked at my sink piled with dirty dishes and ordered a pizza. From Domino’s. I know, but when your city’s GrubHub has nothing but sketchy Chinese food and free muggings with every small pizza and a soda, sometimes a little chain consistency doesn’t hurt. Plus, their 50% off coupon coincided both with finals ravishment and a curiosity to try their gluten-free pizza. Yes, I know it’s been out for over a year. No, I didn’t feel like paying $20 for something twice the size of a Lunchables pizza, despite my pleasure at having gluten-free delivery.
We’ve been known to take a sincere pleasure in driving, despite the untimely fact that the sun has been setting at 4PM around these parts. Still, there’s no denying the smooth rush of bounding over hills and careening around corners to places unknown. We took one of those drives on Sunday night, in the dark, as we headed to Newport for dinner at the Castle Hill Inn, on Ocean Avenue. I was a bit saddened that we were whizzing past the forest and buildings in such a blur, noting how much we’d enjoyed the drive on the way to the festival this summer. That faded away as soon as we approached the magnificent estate, breathtaking alongside the coast. The glory of the inn at daytime was easily matched by it in the night, and we walked indoors, pausing for a moment to take in the saline scent of the ocean beyond us.
I’ve adjusted my workout and have started going to the gym more frequently. I swear this isn’t just a vapid stealth-bragging campaign. The weight circuit must do something, because when I come home, I’m starving. My schedule is somewhat polarized- either I’ll want to sit in front of an episode of Weeds with a mixing bowl full of cereal, or I’ll be compelled to make an elaborate, four course meal for myself that I’ll eat in a mixing bowl in front of an episode of Weeds. You see the trend.
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