datsun

I'm exhausted. my feet hurt, and I haven't slept well. I think it's making me crazy because I swear my sense of smell is really heightened lately. Normally, I find the scent of the yest in our bread factory comforting, but for some reason it reminded me of vomit last night. Not a good way to end the shift.

I made huevos rancheros with leftover carne asada today. Yum. In a way, it's nice to live in a lower-middle-class area because the ethnic food stores are amazing. Not only can I walk to a carniceria from my house, but my neighbors are from so many different backgrounds that my cooking spans a lot of territory. I'm very lucky to know people willing to share their cultures with me. Lord knows, the Irish/English/Scottich heritage doesn't make for flavorful meals.

Last night, when I finally got to sleep, I had a very vivid dream that made me feel like the person I will be partnered with the rest of my life is already in my life, but I don't know who it is.

I love you guys. Just sayin'.