Well now.

I had this terribly depressing and awfully depressed entry all typed up on my phone, which client fortunately opted to be uncooperative and not post it on the subway ride home. Because it was only shortly after that little technological blip that I started getting defiant, even angry, rather than wallow in perceived stagnation. Why the hell should my self-worth be defined by employment, anyway? Not only is that premise illogical and indicative of a very warped perception of self, as psychological problems go it's embarassingly outdated.

So, hey! I found a new food market in my immediate neighborhood that's cheaper than the crappy one right by the station, got myself a weeks' groceries plus booze for $30, which means I'm making lamb sliders on biscuits tomorrow night and Death Chicken sometime this next week. And tonight I am making myself some bitchin' tunamelts.

My apartment might still have black mold, so THAT's still on the problem list, but it's a manageable one. (Bleah.)

Who's free to go out this weekend? One of the dudes at the Strand said the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens still have cherry blossoms!

*edit: Oh my god ohmygod you guys THAT'S IT I am going hanami. SOMEBODY COME DRINK WITH ME UNDER THE SAKURA TREES.

THIS IS FOR LIZ

but the rest of you can gawp if you want


( Under the cut: La Bouqueria of Barcelona, the world's biggest open-air food market. And a bunch of captions that make no sense. 8| )