I don’t know what it is about anxiety, but apparently one of its side-effects is making one think she is Betty Crocker. I still don’t have an official offer from The Most Perfect Job on Earth and now I am under the delusion that I can make cupcakes and wild rice soup.
I am two days away from owning a blender and a bundt cake pan.
Last night I spent a lot of time talking to Peabo about desire and being afraid of wanting something too much. It’s as though your overpowering desire will thwart you in your quest to get what you want. We couldn’t decide if that was a Woman Thing or a Minnesota Thing, or, the worst of all, a Minnesota Woman Thing.
I’m hoping that tonight’s Sarah Vowell reading will help preoccupy my mind. If not, I’m turning to my BFF, Gin.