Building up pork
Valentine’s not my day, did not feel like myself. Which is fine as everybody else seems to be happy with me, my boss included, mid-year evaluation went fine. Love my dogs, they don’t seem to care at all about Valentine. Well, they don’t care about my evaluation either, although that pays for their treats.
Every now and then I do a fridge check, so that was yesterday too. I have a lot of pork to get rid of. Funny how I keep making plans I don’t have the energy to see through. But pork? I mean how difficult can it be?
Other things: I decided to talk to T, Bala lost and found his ID, Bogdan started to write again and he is coming back, sort of, since he’s going to a place he’s never been (located) before. I am listening to Hurts. I am not telling you much, right? Probably “I feel like/don’t feel like” is becoming my worst enemy.
I am happy for most of the things you mentioned here, except for the pork. Who eats pork?! Get rid of it. Give it to the dogs or something. Let them eat pork.
Pork is still there.