Christmas break was great! And then it was back to DC, where I’m nearly ready to start school again (ha — it totally started three weeks ago, so…)
I’m learning to give the freaking Rorschach. Which I adore. And no, I won’t give it to you, but I recommend everyone take it once in their lives, and I can refer you to people who can give it.
Being not-where-I’ve-lived-for-the-past-long-time is hard. It’s kind of depressing (which is not to say I’m depressed, just that I’m not exactly a bundle of cheer). I like my program, but I miss my friends. I’m sure I’ll adjust, but mostly I just want to be hermitous in my apartment.
I make a lot of lists of things I should do. These include: run every day, which turns into walk every day, which turns into leave the house every day, which I actually manage to fail to do more than I care to admit. Write more. Make social contact with someone every day. Write letters. Make calls. Do DC things. Read. Read. Read. Write. Cook. Eat vegetables. In truth, I read, and mostly just what’s assigned.
Oh, and blogs. In fact, the reason I’m writing now is because I just read this blog post about Mary Gaitskill. Over the break I read most of her short story collection Don’t Cry, and loved it. I think Meaghan sums up Ms. Gaitskill’s pure awesomeness quite well, and I thought I would share.
And, just to prove that I’m actually doing things other than reading once in a while, I made butternut squash risotto (made up recipe, or I’d link you to it) and almond torte tonight. The risotto is delish, and I’m about to break into the torte… And I also discovered (why not sooner??) that the sausage haven in town is not the Safeway, but Eastern Market, where I found some nice kielbasa this afternoon. And then felt really awkward carrying a sausage (in a clear plastic bag) around the market and to run a couple of other errands I should have done first.