Hello hello, I've missed you so

Alright, time to blog. I think there's a fulcrum at which blogging occurs. To one side you have a lot of free time, and nothing to say, and on the other side no free time. It's tricky creating a life conducive to blogging. And then there's the self-analysis of, "Is what I am thinking authentic if I put it on the internet? Have I really learned anything if I want to spread it around/if it can be translated into language?

Oh poop. Let's talk about bread. Today I noticed we have ripe avocados and tomatoes in our kitchen. And even bread. But not the right kind. If you're gonna make toast with avocado and sliced tomato. you need some good vogels. Am I right or what? I ended up making it for breakfast anyway, but not without a smidge of dissatisfaction. I should've asked Allen and Sarah to bring vogels!

Hey, they get here on Sunday! I was invited to tahoe this weekend, but then I remembered A) work on Sat morning B) volunteering Sun morning C) Southern friends. Oh well. I should make efforts to see the highland peeps. I don't need to travel to tahoe to see them, they live 5 blocks from my house. It's embarrassing that we haven't met up since I've been back. I should be sleeping on their couch and eating their stir-fry every weekend.

It's hard to get myself into work today. I'm meeting with someone at the end of the day to do quickbooks accounting training, so I really should get in a few hours of entering receipts and invoices, but there are no patients or doctors today, and it's really up to me when I decide to go in. Plus, I just found out yesterday that the girl who "usually" (twice since I've started) works Saturdays and Mondays won't be back for another month, which means lots of 6 day work weeks in my future, which means I'm not enthusiastic about putting in full days if I don't have to. I'll go in at noon. I'll spend the next hour in my bed reading this awesome book Zoe gave me, Shantaram. It's about a guy who escaped from prison, went to India, and opened himself up to whatever comes his way. At first I was like, "wow he meets up with a lot of amazingly nice people," but then I realized that what he sees in his first interactions is all because of how he judges others. He thinks a lot of people are good. I mean, they are good, but he sees it because he thinks it.

See?! This is what I mean about blogging cheapening a thought, it looks terrible in English. I should stick to talking about poop and food.