Life,Food and a day in my box

I live in a box. I may like my cozy little box, but it is in fact very much away from most of the world. I was thrilled, recently, when I rediscovered my social life. Well, I was thrilled to discover that I Have one. I cannot always guarantee that it will be just as exciting for You.
Today was almost like any other. I got up at two am, because I hit my snooze button for the first half hour, showered at the speed of light or at least a very fast slug, and still somehow managed to get into the kitchen that I work at fifteen minutes early. My boss loves me, and does not suspect on what precarious threads her morning muffins and scones hang upon.
I got all of the baking done in time to catch a ride home (alas for my car, it waits for me like a patient lover, lonely and in need) then when I got to my bedroom I stripped down, and fell into my soft white sheets.
Sleep is good. Sleep is now better than eating, and reading and chocolate. Sex still wins, but sleep is close. I miss my seven or eight hour sleep cycle. Heck, I miss the six hour ones, most of the time. I did get four hours today Yay! and woke to find that my strange lifestyle of the morning baker had screwed up my ability to sleep for longer, and so I got up, and watched YouTube for awhile. Aimless, perhaps. Soothing, definitely.
I like reading scanned manga online, one of the vices that I have, and an easier way for me to get them than buying (which often involves special orders) as I live in the great but very remote state of Alaska.
After a happy two hours of laughter and ridiculous/cute plot lines, Loki got home from her enviably normal-hours job. (I could tell from the sudden thumping from the upstairs apartment) I went up to see her, after a few minutes, giving her a little time to decompress. (unlike her cats, who pounce on people for attention as soon as they are available for petting duty.) Loki was still bonding with her laptop, as they hadn't seen each other in several hours. I like to give them their space when they haven't been together in awhile, you have to respect their relationship and know when to do your own thing.
Typically, when I hang out with my best friend (and landlady), the conversation varies from day to day, but the subjects are almost frighteningly predictable. What are we going to eat? What will we watch together? Some random conversation about our day (venting about sucky job stuff &/or funny/crazy events) and more talk about food and sex. Ok, so mostly its more of joking about sex, but who cares?
Loki is a master at making me hungry. She has recently bought an ice cream maker, and unlike anyone else I have ever known.....she actually uses hers. I am not kidding. I come home, knowing there is fresh, homemade ice cream waiting. Lemon, ice cream made with Samoa cookies, and now there is talk of her making lime ice cream! (I will die in Ecstasy!) There was also this hilarious recent obsession with her new, huge steamer and her sudden desire to "Steam a WHOLE trout!" She did, and as I thought, it was a beautiful thing to behold. I suffer in the throws of a person living with a foodie (on a limited budget). I am quite happy to share in the spoils of her artistry, when she invites me, but really, one of my greatest desires is to grasp the inspiration that seems to constantly surround her.
Mack called me this evening, to ask me if I wanted a puppy. I want anything fluffy, but I have matured somewhat since seven and a half and I can resist cute things. Mostly. I did say no, because a puppy needs time attention and training. I am certain that the cats had nothing to do with it.
I got to talk to Chad for about two minutes on the phone, he was on his way to band practice, which is out in the middle of nowhere and so the phone was cutting out. "Hello there sweetheart! ......*crackle*.....are you? I wanted to call you back, but I'm on my way.....band. Can I ......you later?" Yes love, you can............me later.