It's not that I'm a bad cook. I'm actually pretty good.
But here's tonight's schedule: Eat. Nap. Work on festival.
The nap is essential—this has been a long freakin' week. Fight Club Monday. Spite rehearsal Tuesday. Tantrum rehearsal Wednesday. Trip to Chicago Thursday. Plus a work week that has included half a dozen projects and issues that felt like fairly big deals—all good things, but exhausting.