Today is Friday. Feels like a Friday which is just the way I want it. I made biryani today. From the recipe on the box. It came out good enough. I also made sewiyan again. I want to make something sweet every Friday. Let's see if I can follow through. There's something about creating your own little traditions.
It's almost golden hour. Me and A had a good meal and watched Ted lasso. Now he's on the phone and I've come to the room. I might nap. Afternoon naps can be so nostalgic. I'm conveniently ignoring the mountain of strange and frustrating work that's pending for me. I need to do more if we want to go for a hike tomorrow. Yikes.
We did the hike and it was glorious. I feel like writing more now. That's good. I did a ton of laundry this morning and I'm happy with the results. Speaking of being happy with the results, I have been trying some more of mom's recipes lately. I made mutton last night. And the masala tasted just like my mom's. To make something that my mom makes and have it taste just like hers. It's like recreating Home.
It's Friday again. I have showered and used a new towel and wore a new shirt that says 'Less Monday, more summer'. Whatever that means. And I rubbed a little scent on my neck. I feel good. I'm going to have Chai and a vanilla biscuit. I've been avoiding work since I woke up. Maybe I should dive into it. Confront the anxiety monster. Maybe just a little hello. Let's see.
I was going to wake up early today and be productive. Instead, I took the day off. Day off from everything. The laundry, the cooking, the cleaning, the working, the studying, the walking, the visiting. I lounged on the couch most of the day. Me and A went to the Desi restaurant to have my favourite daal which was disappointingly bland. But good day overall.
I find it insane, Beethoven's progressive deafness at the peak of his career. You couldn't write a better script. Speaking of scrips, Watched the Succession finale last night. What a show. A masterpiece. I love it when brilliant art leaves me in awe. Aren't we lucky? That creativity exists. Genius exists. And perfect execution exists. To even have the ability to appreciate such craftsmanship. *chef's kiss* These are the good things in life.
I'm flying to see V in a few days. That's combined with a career related thing. Anxiety and excitement. I hope June is kind to me. I am afraid I wasted May a little. I have so many conflicting thoughts. Some thoughts I'm afraid to think. I don't know man.
