My Love-Hate Relationship with Tortellini and Other Nonsensicals

I've joked to Michelle that tortellini is some sort of amnesia food for me. It's like I can get tired of any food if I have enough of it, but every so often I will always look into a salad bar, gaze upon the dried out rice dishes and jerkyfied meats, see a tortellini salad and think to myself, "Hey, a tortellini salad! I should have some."

I will be disappointed half of the time because tortellini salad can be easy to ruin, but like a conditioned reaction, it never changes.

Me during lunchtime: Hey, a tortellini salad! Maybe I should try some.

Me after eating a sizable meal: Hey, a tortellini salad! That looks good.

Me at a sketchy supermarket: Hey, a tortellini salad! Maybe I'll get some if the meat looks fresh enough.

Me at the middle of the night after forgetting to get some damn thing the last trip I took to the supermarket: Hey, a tortellini salad! What if I bring some home and eat that for lunch tomorrow?

Me after the zombies apocalypse as I run from a mob through a buffet: Hey, a tortellini salad! I hope I clear the zombies away from here so none of their blood gets into it.

I might just be saying this because I had a tortellini salad this lunch because *someone* (read: me) forgot to bring a bag of salad with me to work so slopped some in along with a bunch of broccoli and spinach that I slapped into an aluminum tray before I went back to the office to load it with onions and jalapenos and hummus.
It was just okay because of course it was "just okay" because it was a @#$)*@$ tortellini salad! If there was a tortellini salad on Tinder, I'd probably have sold everything I own and gave myself to eternal servitude towards an overcooked pasta that pretends it isn't ravioli.

I was hoping to work on Thursday night, but my card refused to cooperate. I wrote to the direct employer mentioning that I might try this, explaining how I'm doing this to avoid a 3AM trip to NJ, but I guess I'm going to NJ at 3AM then! We'll see about getting there earlier for the second job and then fingers crossed that I get out of dodge early enough that we maybe get there by 2am or (oh please god I hope) 1am.

Michelle's siblings are apparently taking this baby thing seriously because they hired a professional photographer for the baby photos. I'm still bringing camera gear with me because I'm sure that's what they want and it'll keep me busy as well.

I need to devote some time into working on the campaign, which is why it pisses me off that I left my graphing paper at home and not in my bag. I'll have to brainstorm some ideas and write them out despite my lack of resources to do such.

My bag, now heavy with laptop, Switch, three lenses, two cameras, and a speedlight, feels like a burden I had forgotten so long ago.

Oh, by the way, the weather is gorgeous outside. Like crisp fall with high winds, my favorite sort of weather. The snow is still piled into trenches, but the roads are clean of salt and run with little more than mellow streams of melting ice washing the blacktop while the sky is bright and blue without haze nor cottony speck of cloud.

Podcasts
I'm listening to "I Don't Speak German," which is really dry. I think of it like listening to Dan Carlin, in that despite how dry the presentation is, the details are really fascinating about these alt-right and white supremacist types. The podcast has the endorsement of Robert Evans of "Behind The Bastards" fame, so I couldn't help but want to give it a shot. Still, don't listen to it unless you're keeping yourself busy at the same time.

It's getting close to the end of the day and I'm starting to get sleepy. At least I've been productive.