Lines to the Middle of Nowhere.

I should probably get in the shower.  I am waiting for another day at work, wishing that I could escape for a while from my bonds of Hy-Vee and spend the night talking again. I have so much more to talk about, more to ask. I want to satisfy my intense hunger for information about his life and experiences, I want to know what makes him tick. I have had a miniscule taste of what he has to tell and my mouth and mind water uncontrollably for more.  I find myself distraught by the fact that I can so easily find myself longing to be with another person so soon after losing a person I thought was dear to me. Well, really I suppose I'm not terribly distraught, more or less confused. I don't want to make him the final stepping stone in my path over deep dark waters towards recovery. Although, I think that may be impossible to avoid, no matter what our relationship becomes or continues to be.  I long so badly to explain how I feel, to open the air to my dreams and hope that something com...

It's a new summer and I've come to terms with becoming an adult and knowing that I am going to be living on my own again soon, hopefully, so I'm going to start adventuring into a few cookbooks that I have. I need to start gathering my own recipes for when I live on my own, and I need to become more adequate with reducing amounts and just cooking in general. Rules for myself: Once a week, I will pick a new recipe from the few that I own. Most of them will probably be vegetarian. Just for funsies. I haven't picked one yet.