Massage.

So I am sitting here at work, relaxing after my first massage in years. I used to have this theory that massages actually made me really, really depressed. I would be in this blissful, relaxed place and then BOOM! I would be transported to reality and it would suck. Because of this theory, I have avoided getting a massage for years. However, my shoulder blade had a huge knot that wasn't going away and I was having trouble moving my neck so I decided that I would give it another shot. Now, I don't really feel that sad..but I hurt pretty bad. She worked some deeper muscle in my shoulder area and I feel like she may have started working on that stupid knot. We shall see...

I also wanted to share that I finally finished the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy that American Women are going goo-goo, ga-ga (is that how you write that?) over. I am sad to say that I blew through them pretty fast and for the most part, enjoyed reading them. At times they could become monotonous and slow because there was a lot of "I love you," "I love you too," "I will never leave you" "etc.etc.," but when the story picked it, I enjoyed it as an easy, semi-dirty read. If you secretly liked twilight, you will probably secretly like this book series(unless you have trouble openly reading about sex...then don't read this book!). Anyways, I am now back to reading some books worth merit. Right now, I just started Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche. She was just at Benaroya Hall in Seattle speaking, and while I didn't get to hear her speak personally a lot of the students that I work with went. So, it was a nice surpise that I was going to read this book next anyways. This will be just one more thing I can talk to them about when the going is slow.

I didn't actually take any pictures of my pita bread so I figured that it would be boring to discuss more baking without any pictures to skim through. In fact, I have been pretty bad at taking pictures so that's why I just googled "cute bunny" and put that picture up instead. I really do love bunnies. I cannot figure out if its because they are REALLY cute animals or if its because they are reminiscent of my childhood. I grew up with bunnies as pets, so now I tend to equate any comfort object with 'bunnies.' My remaining two stuffed animals (yes, two now-two are in the goodwill bag and so technically already given away) are bunnies, and sometimes i call my boyfriend Bunny. :). I dunno. Bunnies are just a source of love, and comfort.