I Made Meself an Omelet

I made myself breakfast at stupid o'clock in the morning. actually, I was pretty happy then because i'd just buzzed myself with coffee sludge. I took a frying pan and heated it up at 6 on the gas stove.

dab of smart balance. it started hissing, so i turned the heat down.

took an egg and beat it, snipped in green onions, avoiding the withered ones

newest favorite sauce! dab or two of that

omeletness = niceness and protein to keep me full

of course, my coffee... that was my second cup and it wasn't even seven

all done

had a chocolate muffin too - still thinking about it

locker at work and no, I'm not telling you the combination

it was sort of dreary outside, but I like the feel of this picture. this was just before I went inside and changed out of my ginormous polar bear coat and plodding snow boots into my favorite h&m green blouse and jak's vest.

why this post? why the lack of capitals? I've been having this odd nesting instinct, or rather a grasping instinct. I need to hold on and enjoy the things in life and give myself room to be emotional. at the same time. last night I basically had a panic attack, imagining my family all dying in an accident with a drunk driver while they were driving home from church. it still makes me cry to think about it. it's ok. God made it better and calmed me down, but i felt so devastated just thinking about it, even though nothing had happened.

yeah, that's me right now.

R<3