winning polenta and hoping for friday

a have a small paper cut on the back of my hand that is simply irritating. sting sting sting.

at the company holiday party last week we had another iron chef competition. the secret ingredient was cranberry. my polenta with cranberry, port and candied ginger sauce won for most original, one of the top two prizes. hoorah. i was the only person who entered made up recipes. people who follow recipes confuse me.

i heard a yes from a grad school. many many more left to hear from. it temporarily eased the anxiety, but its back now in full force– its just instead of 'what if i don't get in anywhere' its 'what if i don't get in anywhere but there?' which is a stupid thing to dwell on.

after months of prodding, tripp finally got me to go to a doctor to deal with my shoulders. i had to go to my gp who referred me to a rheumatologist who determined there was no deterioration in the joint and sent me to a physical therapist. this is the start of week three and i've been doing my exercises every day without fail. unfortunately, i've found a new way to be lazy with it. i put it off until right before bed, which means that i'm not uncomfortable while doing my evening activities, but also means that i don't usually leave myself time to ice before piling into bed. makes good sense always at the time, but the following day i could beat myself up for my stupidity.

i'm looking forward to vacation and going to virginia. i could use some time away from work- i even might end the work week not totally behind!