Donuts

There is something about starting a new work week after Christmastime, and hating my job, and feeling like I'm going to freeze to death due to winter that makes me 100% preoccupied with eating donuts. I think about them all the time.

To be clear, so you don't judge me, I don't actually eat them constantly. I just think about them constantly. Annie's Donuts, Coco Donuts, maple bars, buttermilk bars, cake donuts, etcetera etcetera etcetera. They're just so soft. And sugary. And joyful.

Today at work I kept telling one of my coworkers that we should go get donuts. Over and over. And she kept on laughing like I was kidding. Kidding! About donuts!

So, after getting one too many travel requests and getting bossed around by too many people that aren't actually my manager, I had to take matters into my own hands. Due to the near-death winter conditions here (which really means temperatures in the 30s, but I'm so weak!), I had to go to Fred Meyer's a block away instead of the legit donut shop four blocks away. And I bought two donuts. And to be honest, they were really dry and Fred Meyer-y and not soft and magical. But I walked around the block and ate both of them so no one at work would judge me. And then I  marched back into that bloody office and owned the rest of the day.

I should go get more donuts right now. I'll take one dozen! To stay!

Update: I was just browsing my iPhoto pics trying to find a new Facebook cover photo (important work!), and I came across this picture. I had to post it. Look at those beauties!

July

All I ever want to write about during the summertime is YA lit, otter pops, sprinklers, and picnics in the park. None of these things are really part of my daily life, but at the end of a warm summer day it feels like they've all been so constantly present in my summer intentions that they're all wrapped up in a deep breath on the back porch. amiright?

But instead of doing summer things, I spend all day long in my chilly office building, occasionally glancing outside, always looking for excuses to walk to Starbucks or Fred Meyer. There's something about the blasting AC and sunshine that has increased traffic around the ping pong table at work. I may or may not be egging this on by planning ping pong tournaments and office BBQs.

I think it's time for me to admit that my ping pong obsession has become a little unhealthy. Tonight I found myself on Amazon looking up ping pong paddles, thinking to myself $80 seems like a completely reasonable price to pay for a paddle. And I realized that I've turned into one of those people at work. I've worked up a ping pong strategy. I play daily. I even got mad when I lost the other day. I'm becoming a monster. It's a problem.

But I'm getting so good. And I must get better. This will be me:





In the meantime, the current song of my summer: