In a mostly futile attempt to keep my mind off food I've undertaken a few projects over the last few hours. In order:
- A forty minute nap. I didn't see this one coming. It just kinda happened.
- Read the first few stories in fragile things. Neil Gaiman is the most rewarding author during the reread there is.
- Scrubbed the kitchen floor. On hands and knees and everything.
- Took the remaining sugar cubes out of the box and counted them. Thirty-seven. Get this, though, when I put them back in the count only came out to thirty-five.
As I approach hour nineteen I feel a little bit better, but, man, is my mind muddled.
2 comments:
Where is the Sunday report?
do you feel all healthy now?
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