Last night, the grad school girls went out for Ethiopian food, got smashed on wine, and gossiped until almost 2 in the morning. We put in a lot of hard work, tackling such topics as broken hearts, engagement stories, professor gossip, and even future goals and current frustrations. Somehow, everyone found room to eat cheesecake after the restaurant. Over twelve hours later, I am still full and can't even imagine eating a single thing. Drinking this water makes my stomach want to burst. Why would I still be full of delicious food after so long?
I was really interested that Llana was really interested in how Corey and I could quibble yet still live together. I was sharing the story of the soy milk lid, how it likes to live on the counter for up to thirteen weeks. I shared how I build around it, certain he will notice and then dispose of it until I go crazy and just shove it in his shoe. Llana could not imagine being able to stand things like that. I suppose it's kind of a trade off for how I hate changing the toilet paper roll. I just can't bear to pop off the plastic holder, throw the empty cardboard in the trash, and stick on the new roll. Cannot stand it. Corey always yells. But then I throw the soy milk lid at him and all is well.
I had intended to go for another super long walk this morning, but I feel too full. I'll have to postpone it until just before I put my chicken in the over. Yesterday, I explored Highland Park. It was really, really neat. Full of pedestrian staircases, playgrounds, tunnels with icicles. I love this city! Oooh, if I walk today, maybe I'll make my way all the way to the river and walk along that. Could happen if my stomach fullness goes down.