not falling down

According to my newly minted NewsBruiser stats, by far the most commonly used word in my journal is–are you ready?–about.

Seriously, 256–no, 257–instances. That’s almost one “about” for every entry (well, one for every 1.26 entries). How did that happen? If I’d guessed the word I used most commonly, I’d think… well, I don’t know, it would have had something to do with girls and moping. I went through the first few months of old entries and categorized them today, and I’m a little embarrassed at how quickly “angst” is getting populated. Why didn’t anyone tell me to man the hell up back then?

Oh, yeah, I finished that book, and it is in fact my favorite yet. I loved it and hated it, and I can’t tell you why, although if you have touched the interweb all week you probably already know.

Last week I baked a turkey, which we are still eating. Yes. I made a turkey (well, a turkey breast), and I made it all by myself, and it’s really good! It’s just like Mom used to make, because I used Mom’s secret recipe.*

I love turkey sandwiches beyond all reason, so the discovery that I can get this much delicious turkey meat for less than ten bucks is astounding. It fills me with a kind of joyous freedom, akin to the feeling (I imagine) of learning to drive.

Also, this weekend Maria and I made burritos almost from scratch, and nobody died and they were good too. The novelty of cooking for myself doesn’t look like it’s going to wear off any time soon, so expect a lot more stupid food entries. Food is the new frisbee!

* Basically, “turn it upside down.”