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Today:
I woke up in a great mood. I put some washing on and made my lunch, and drove to work.
And then:
I sat down in front of my computer and just about cried from the sheer volume of hate that welled up in me. I'm working on a very complicated scene, made by someone who works in a very different style to me- program features I'm not comfortable with, custom scripts I dont have time to reverse-engineer, odd shader networks that are counter-intuitive to me, unusual naming schemes. And on top of all that, it takes 30 minutes to render a frame, and this job needs to be finished by friday. Its taken me a day and a half just to get a vague handle on how the scene works, let alone how to change it.
ANYWAY-
I can feel a nasty, evil, *bitchy* afternoon coming on. Its only a job. Its only a job. repeat

Comfort food makes me happy

Chicken and asparagus brown rice risotto with cardamom. Its like chicken soup for the soul.
Oh, and a big part of how good it makes me feel is that I cooked it in my own house.

Yummy.

Robbie mentioned today that he missed cooking with me- which got me to realising that I missed cooking with he and Fish. There's nothing nicer than cooking with a[nother?] foodie, the fun exchange of hints and tips, the closeness and cooperation cant help but bring you closer. Unless the other foodie is that Gordon Ramsey, of course.

I need to cook more.