it’s after 10 at night and i am cooking. making a pasta salad. i am of the big, chunky vegetable club. it makes the oogy ones (i.e. tomatoes and mushrooms) easier to pick out. i know some people are from the chop-em-up itty bitty club, so they aren’t as tasty. but i’d rather pick out ooginess than have teeny, hardly taste them but you know they are there bits with every mouthful.
also, i am overwhelmed. i think that’s what all the crazy flood dreams are about. i just cried for no apparent reason. i hate when i do that. it’s a pity party in gemland tonight. we aren’t too much fun.