A little bit ago I stumbled in the house, unshowered, exhausted, and miserable. I had a horrible night last night and was up way past my 12 o'clock bedtime, and I embarrassed myself in front of a professor who I really like and admire. Don't get me wrong; I realize there are worse problems out there, and that there are people who don't even get food on a regular basis and would stab me to death if they knew I was complaining about having a bad day attending classes my parents are paying for so that I can have a more comfortable life. But, still, a heart full of regret is a heart full of regret. I digress.
So I return home and my housemate Andrew is in the kitchen frying up some corned beef hash.
"Oh, hey Rachel- you're just in time. I cooked up this whole can of corned beef hash but I only want half of it, do you want the rest?"
Oh, god, yes. After having only been home a minute I was enjoying a wonderful meal of crispy corned beef hash, fried eggs, and a nice cool glass of milk. Does life get any better than that? I don't think it does.
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