No time. Seriously. I don’t know if I’m going to have a chance to cook before next weekend. This sucks. Working sucks.
ETA: Working does not suck. Working is great. I don’t mean to sound like I am anti-work. Work is not a joke to me. I say this because karma hates me. I was told that the place I am temping at has decided to go with another person for the full-time position. I am not despondent about this. Neither am I ecstatic. I am rolling with the punches and have high hopes for my interviews next week.
It’s just hard because I have no time to do anything.