Sickity sick sick sick
I am home sick today. I just had my second cup of tea (something I rarely remember to drink, considering how sugary I need it to be to enjoy it), and now I’m dreaming of a world with lots of fake-chicken-flavored rice. And ratatouille. Doesn’t that sound nice? We vegans take our comfort food where we can find it. Although I may have the stuff to make vegan mac and cheese. And we have a little bit of mashed potatoes left over from Thanksgiving. In a word: carbs.
I can’t believe I gave my husband ALL the leftover entrees from Thanksgiving. Really, Alana? Really?
But anyway, you’d think today would be a lie-in-bed-and-read day, but of course it can’t be if I want to at least feel okay about myself when it comes to NaNo. Today is a writing day. And a resting day. And a more-writing day.