Yesterday I got another book to review, The Ethical Gourmet - not sure how I feel about it so far. Laboured, angry prose in the opening chapters, and very, very American. I really would have appreciated a Canadian edition, or at least references for where to find Canadian information, but - oh, it's too early in the morning to fuss over that. It'll still get a great review if the recipes are good; I'll run ten of them and see how delicious they are. A fun thing about the book is that it's for omnivores, which I am, full of instruction about how to buy ethically slaughtered animals. Talked to the F-word about what a fun job it would be to review cookbooks.
Anyways. Tonight is some Mozart. That will help me relax, which is good, because I'm as twitchy as a hungry cat. I just have to get over the task of the next couple of days (university application - involved, difficult) and then I can go back to just getting wound up over job applications. I need to relax more, apparently.
What changed? Nobody relaxed like me. I was a fucking champion relaxer, and now a trained professional is telling me to run more daily cost-benefit analyses to see if I really need to be doing all the things I'm doing. And he's right. Things started feeling like they were jerking unmanageably at the reins when I stopped doing obsessive cost-benefit analyses. Anyways. I guess it's good that I had a little relaxation intervention while I'm still young and gorgeous, with a functioning cardio-respiratory system.