You go out and buy food and wander around your neighbourhood. And you lay down on the bed and day dream and think about what other people wrote.
You cook dinner for one, an awesome dinner for one, because you decided that there’s no excuses to not eat an awesome meal every day, even if it’s just for you.
You read blogs like this one and this and this old favourite that you’ve been following for six years now according an old facebook post you stumbled upon. You think about how you would always refer to her and her blog as the copywriter girl. That’s how he knew you got a certain idea or recipe from her blog. You think about him and how you’d go out tonight and eat ramen. And you hope he feels better soon and you wish you knew how to make ramen yourself.
Instead you make this mean chanterelles pasta, recipe curtesy of the copywriter girl.