An Unkept Mind
I love my work. I really do which is why I don’t mind getting up at 3am some mornings and working late nights.
But every once in a while, the very thought of work makes me want to cry. 115 more words
Shiatsu & the Art of Conscious Cooking
Let’s see if I can remember the courses. First there were tapas plates of fried fish in sweet leeks, monkifish in a rich caper and tomato sauce, octopus in balsamic vinaigrette and a delicious pickled fish with peaches. 533 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
Nerd's Tea and Coffee Nook
They bicker and jab,
bitch and nag.
They insult and growl,
scream and scowl.
Then it’s over, they forget.
There’s nothing left to regret.
I am irritated. 107 more words
Fluff and Bunkum
Today I am nothing but an empty skin.
I have been, if not working around the clock, then close enough to it that it makes little difference. 60 more words
1 month, 3 weeks