You know that adrenaline rush when you’re eating a meal and it’s so spicy that it makes your nose run?
I love that.
I live for that, in fact.
Other things I love at the moment include, but are not limited to:
nights when there are no Mets, Rangers or Cowboys games on so my boyfriend actually remembers that I exist and sometimes even lets me choose what we watch on tv (but probably not since my choices seem to consist entirely of The Real Housewives of Any County, Married to Jonas, and Grey’s Anatomy),
seeing one of my labmates on the street as I am leaving for a Central Park run at 9AM (on a weekday) and he is headed into lab (shame on me) (but really, can I help it if that’s my peak running time?! the body knows what the body wants),
cookie butter (no explanation needed),
pale green pea-infused yogurt sauces that cut the aforementioned spice to the point that one’s boyfriend can actually eat it (for.the.win).











