Do I have 500 words in me? Sure, why not? I want to keep this streak going. What am I going to talk about? Who knows, I’m just typing and showing up and seeing what falls out.
I’m super tired. It was a long day at work, though ultimately a successful one. How many words can I get out of complaining about not having enough words to write a post tonight? Y’all, I know this is a boring post to read but sometimes I don’t have a theme or story in mind. I just want to get this post done and on the interwebs so I can go to sleep.
Looking forward to the weekend but there is still some bullshit I have to get through before I get there. One more day of work. OK, work is mostly not bullshit but I have to admit there’s a little bit of bullshit in there. I like my job, I really do. I like the work, I like the people I work with, I am learning so much about computers and networking, and the boss is asking me to take on more projects and bigger-picture stuff, like doing quotes for services for our clients. That is something that I’ve wanted to do but my previous jobs were all about day-to-day tech support.
I can do day-to-day tech support in my sleep. I like being trusted to put my knowledge and experience into looking at the whole pie. Y’know? Pies are pretty fucking delicious. My favorite kind of pie is the same as my favorite kind of berry, and that’s marionberry. Second and third would be blackberry and raspberry. I guess strawberries are OK. Blueberries are my least favorite. What was I talking about? Oh, right, work. Except now it’s food.
Of vegetables, I like the fancier kinds of greens: your kales, your spinachs, your arugula. I love brocolli, and asperagus. There’s a specific kind of green bean that Asian restaurants use that is better than the soggy, limp green beans Americans eat out of cans; anyone know what those Asian green beans are? They’re great in stir fries with a nice spicy sauce and some beef or pork. I like carrots and tomatoes on salads and on sandwiches. Onions and garlic are great as aromatics. Is that the right word?
My family loves garlic on almost anything. My mom would tell my dad that he’d put garlic on strawberry ice cream, and he would retort “why would I ruin perfectly good garlic with ice cream?” which is the height of dad jokes. Seriously, though, garlic. You’d think my family was Southern European instead of Northern European.
Sigh. I just need another fifty words. Here I go typing those out. I’m so sorry for this post. I’m not even going to SEO this or tag it. It’s just a placeholder to keep my streak going. I do appreciate you reading this, however. Why are you reading this, though? It imparts no useful information.
Made it. Good night, dear reader. Tomorrow will be better.