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It's my last day of work for the week, and I have an hour training in there. I survived yesterday's inbox day, and had it down to zero for most of the day. During this, I also did all my usual work, plus some extra. I was a rockstar. *nod*
Aside from that, not a whole lot going on. Tomorrow's my sister's birthday, which is why I took off. We have to go to the bakery Cake, by Jason Hisley. Sometimes, they have donuts in the morning, so we're hoping. I can get away with one donut in the morning, and I usually get the old fashioned cake donuts, so it's not as much sugar for my poor fucked up pancreas.
Friday is payday, and I'm thinking I need something good for dinner. I don't know what, yet. We've been talking about doing the one of the French restaurants downtown (For carryout-I'm not ready to dine in yet). I just don't know if I feel like driving all the way downtown. One's not too bad, but they have the menu I'm just not as fond of.
The one I really like is all the way downtown. But, they have beef bourguignon. They're also pretty expensive, as anything I would want on the menu is upwards of $25. I'm not really sure Dad would like anything from it, because he's picky as fuck. Generally, we get from wherever, and he gets two filet of fish from McDonalds. Which I feel bad about, but he's being offered better food. Over the last two weeks, he has been offered Mexican (from the good place) El Salvadorean food (from a newly discovered good place), and something else I can't remember. The one thing he did accept was a Italian Cold Cut sub, which he bitched about, because it had mayo. (we asked for oil and vinegar, but didn't realize they'd also put mayo on it, or we would certainly have asked for dry.)
It's frustrating sometimes.
The irritability from Latuda has quieted down somewhat, which is good. I feel more with it, and I'm doing things, like the TTRPG that I did this past weekend, and will do again next weekend. I'm having Emotions, which is nice, and annoying. Sometimes, instead of feeling blank, I feel sad, and then I'm not sure it's a step up. But then, the sadness passes, and I feel better, and then I know it's worth it.
Aside from that, not a whole lot going on. Tomorrow's my sister's birthday, which is why I took off. We have to go to the bakery Cake, by Jason Hisley. Sometimes, they have donuts in the morning, so we're hoping. I can get away with one donut in the morning, and I usually get the old fashioned cake donuts, so it's not as much sugar for my poor fucked up pancreas.
Friday is payday, and I'm thinking I need something good for dinner. I don't know what, yet. We've been talking about doing the one of the French restaurants downtown (For carryout-I'm not ready to dine in yet). I just don't know if I feel like driving all the way downtown. One's not too bad, but they have the menu I'm just not as fond of.
The one I really like is all the way downtown. But, they have beef bourguignon. They're also pretty expensive, as anything I would want on the menu is upwards of $25. I'm not really sure Dad would like anything from it, because he's picky as fuck. Generally, we get from wherever, and he gets two filet of fish from McDonalds. Which I feel bad about, but he's being offered better food. Over the last two weeks, he has been offered Mexican (from the good place) El Salvadorean food (from a newly discovered good place), and something else I can't remember. The one thing he did accept was a Italian Cold Cut sub, which he bitched about, because it had mayo. (we asked for oil and vinegar, but didn't realize they'd also put mayo on it, or we would certainly have asked for dry.)
It's frustrating sometimes.
The irritability from Latuda has quieted down somewhat, which is good. I feel more with it, and I'm doing things, like the TTRPG that I did this past weekend, and will do again next weekend. I'm having Emotions, which is nice, and annoying. Sometimes, instead of feeling blank, I feel sad, and then I'm not sure it's a step up. But then, the sadness passes, and I feel better, and then I know it's worth it.
