I’m lying in bed right now. I seem to do a lot of writing in bed. I just ate three chocolates and finished off the kimchi stew I made earlier for dinner before going out to meet some Yelpers at Bar Chocolate in Soho.
I officially hate Easter, by the way. After Monday, we had no fewer than six chocolate eggs and numerous other chocolate truffles and treats. That is obscene. We are only two people. How can we accumulate that much chocolate on a day that we’re supposed to be reflecting on how some dude died a horrific death by Roman crucifixion. I tell you what, no chocolate and fluffy bunnies were involved in that one. Not that I usually care about such things. But, you know, Jesus is always trying to get me down, man.
In this case, it’s by chocolate death.
But, yeah, so Bar Chocolate probably wasn’t the best social outing venue to choose after everyone in the UK has gorged themselves on chocolate over the Easter weekend, but, you know, hindsight. I got some wine because I couldn’t face any more chocolate, and the Malbec was good, I guess.
Linzi, Lizzie and Laura were there. A small Yelp event, for sure. But I’m quite liking all these Yelp events going on. I’m starting to really enjoy and appreciate London a lot more now that I actually have a social life and some burgeoning relationships with people. Nothing against my husband, of course. It’s just that I miss having friends, and this last year has been a bit brutal when it comes to that sort of thing.
My dad and my grandparents have tried calling me in the last couple days, but I’ve been in full-on paper-writing mode that I simply cannot stop in the middle of my day to have a 45 minute conversation with them. If they are reading this – dad and Grandmommy and Bobba, I am sorry. I will try to remember to call you back soon.
But, yeah. One term paper down, one to go. It occurs to me that I ended up doing A LOT of research for the paper I just finished, with over 20 bibliographic entries for it, and I didn’t do nearly as much research for the one I have left to write despite being more confident in my thesis statement for it when the writing process began. I think I might have to hit the library tomorrow. Lame.
I think I’ll eat some chocolate.