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I started my new job on June 4th – this Monday will mark the beginning of my twelfth week.

I’m kind of used to it now – to going to work in the morning and coming home in the afternoon and usually packing a lunch. This week, though, i started messing with my schedule – instead of running in the morning, I’ve been running at lunchtime. It’s nice because I get to sleep in a little, but I’m usually not hungry right after I run, so my lunch ends up just being nibbles of whatever I brought all afternoon.

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On Thursday I just had lots of snacky stuff. Tofu, a pretty good peach, peach pie, nuts, and the scalloped tomatoes with croutons.

I actually ate everything but the tofu – I just didn’t really feel like it. And then I was starving when I got home. Serves me right.

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I had some cheese and some naan and some wine when I got home.

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Then Crockett heated me up some semi-vindaloo and I ate it while we watched the last episode of the first season of The Walking Dead.

My favorite part of that show is when the lead character forgets to use his American accent.

(I’m calling the semi-vindaloo semi because it’s just pork simmered with onions in vindaloo spices and coconut milk. I think real vindaloo has a lot more going on.)

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Yesterday for lunch, my whole team (14 people!) went to Carino’s Italian Grill. It was seriously terrible. First of all, there is no such thing as a good restaurant experience when 14 people order at the same time – at least not somewhere with one server per section and a lunchtime rush. One guy ordered the unlimited soup, salad, and breadstick lunch, and got his second bowl of soup almost twenty minutes after he requested it. Another guy ordered a glass of wine – and it came with the check.

The bread on my meatball sandwich was good, but the meatballs were… odd. There was something GREEN in them. Pepperoncini, maybe? The fries were covered with parmesan cheese, which was the only good thing about them. At all.

Plus the whole thing literally took like two hours.

My night was a much better experience. It was the last Louisville Street Faire, so Crockett and I met up with some friends and my mom and took in some tunes and some drinks and generally painted the town red. We got home at after 1, which is SO LATE.

I got up at 11 today.

It’s like I’m in my twenties or something up in here y’all.

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Is it weird that I took a picture of my mom and myself in the bathroom of a restaurant? No? Thanks, I didn’t think so either.

How was your Friday night?

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