My parents are arriving in just a couple of days. I'm excited to see them and to play Okinawa tour guide and to have company. Raj has been gone for over a month now, though he did get to stop home briefly one day last week. Which was 99% wonderful because I got to see and touch him and 1% awful because then I had to say goodbye to him again. But, you know, 1% awful is hardly very awful at all.
I've got two papers and a couple of other assignments to get done, one of which is a group assignment with the same very unmotivated group I've already had and the professor gave us 99% freedom and 1% direction, which is far from ideal. At least nobody has emailed yet to let us know she'll be late contributing because she'll be on vacation. This time.
I also need to grocery shop and clean my house. It's a disaster in here. Which, yes, is partly grad school. The house has been a mess throughout most of this semseter. But now it's more of a mess because when Raj leaves, I turn into a teenager who no longer picks up after herself or goes to bed at a reasonable hour (Oh, hey 1:34am!) or cooks food. String cheese, edamame, and yogurt - it's what's for dinner. Plus I recently discovered some Ghirardelli dark chocolate squares in the pantry that I'd forgotten I bought. Let that sink in for a moment. There was chocolate here and I forgot to eat it. I don't know who I am anymore. I mean, sure, the forgetting part sounds a lot like me. But some things are important.
To be fair, I did cook once this week. I made a quiche. Which might sound impressive, except it was really a product of finding a roll out pie crust in the freezer and thinking how the spinach and tomatoes in the fridge were about on their last legs. I googled a recipe to find out temperature and time for quiche baking and noticed that it wanted me to cook my spinach and tomatoes first. This sounded like more work (come on, I already chopped them and unrolled a pie crust, which I had also defrosted with my own two hands by moving it from the freezer to the fridge) so instead I just threw them in the crust, poured in my eggs beaten with milk (the recipe wanted me to add chopped fresh parsley, which I didn't have so I was going to add dried parsley but I found dried basil first, so I threw some of that in). Then I got out my container of bleu cheese. How much should I add? Well, probably my quiche was going to need a lot of extra flavor to make up for all of the steps I skipped and things I didn't put in. Also bleu cheese is amazing, but I don't think my parents like it so if there was extra it might go to waste and WHAT THEN? So I dumped all of it right on top of my quiche, which I covered in foil and cooked for the stated time (40 minutes on 400) removing the foil for the last ten minutes. Then I cooked it for an additional ten minutes because it wasn't set. Then another ten minutes. This always happens to me with quiche. Maybe I put too much stuff in it? It did turn out to be delicious (Too bleu cheesey? Nope.) though maybe a little liquidy since I didn't cook the liquid off the tomatoes or even bother to salt them when straining. I didn't mind though.
I'm not going in to work tomorrow since the teacher I work with is showing a movie because next week is spring break and the children are nutty and this teacher was already, by Tuesday IN NO MOOD. When a teacher as laid back as this guy begins to speak in all caps, it's clearly desperate times. So tomorrow I'll write two papers and vacuum and put away the clean laundry that's been sitting on Raj's side of the bed for...a while. And carry ten pairs of shoes upstairs and clean the sinks and all of that. And email my group members to say No, seriously guys, what are we doing for this? and also figure out where I need to go to get passes for my parents to get on base for a week.
But first? Sleep. Then coffee. Amen.