One day down, four to go.

Let's face it, I just don't want to be back at school. Being alone back at school just makes it worse, so I'm very grateful that that will end tomorrow. Right now, I'm practically starved for human communication. What did I do today? Nothing of significance. I caught up on some sleep, and then the productivity of my day took a rapid downhill slump. I managed to fill in the calendar on the wall, rearrange some fridge magnets (I got this refrigerator poetry set for Christmas and I've been trying to come up with derogatory and dirty sentences) and redo the door decorations. Not that much, I realize. I wish I had brought a puzzle with me, something that I could do with my hands. At home I managed to stay busy - I cooked some good food. One night, I made a focaccia white bread chicken pizza - I made the focaccia bread from scratch, and then came up with my own unique blend of spices to mix in with the chicken and the cheese. Surprisingly, it turned out very well. And then on Friday, I made chicken parmesean on a bed of fettecine alfredo, with fresh french bread and bruschetta (all homemade). I'd rather be cooking there than sitting here, writing on this blog and watching full house. Actually, I can think of other places I'd really rather be. Boo hiss. Good night.