This week has been a little difficult. For some reason I've been feeling under the weather. Maybe it has something to do with my ill-advised Jelly Doughnut Bread Pudding—a dessert composed of two dozen upcycled stale doughnuts, strawberry jam, sugar, milk and eggs. It turned out delicious, but this was kind of horrifying when I realized that I was just eating solid doughnuts when I'd ordinarily not eat doughnuts at all.
I did drag myself out to LVS' monthly happy hour at Emeril's Italian Table last week, and I'm glad I did. I had a chance to meet the ‘til-now mysterious Editorial Intern #1, who shares my desk on the days I'm not here. Elizabeth and I have similar hopes and concerns about our writing lives. We discussed dressing up our desk a little bit, and decided that pictures of our dogs would be the obvious morale-boosting choice. I also found a postcard depicting a pair of girls who look like the two of us, sitting in a tree with a big book, and hung it by our desk in the spirit of comradeship.
Yesterday I had a terrible headache—a doughnut headache? Perhaps. Nevertheless, it made it hard for me to comprehend Meghan's instructions for a totally fun and simple assignment. But it wasn't all pain and confusion. I'm working on January's Bridal issue so I got to look at a bunch of wedding dresses, something I've always enjoyed. I don't know if there's a wedding in my future, but I've always wanted a massive flouncy wedding gown. The bigger the better, I say. I don't care if I look like a cake. Ugh, I don't want to think about cake. I've eaten too many doughnuts.
It's clear that good health is necessary to function on a creative level. No more doughnuts for me!
