D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

Diary Of A Frosted Flake
Thu May 04 2006

I'm out of touch today. The man of the house is off on an overnighter and I am rattling around the house like the loose cannon that I am.

I have made myself useful today in several short term commitment kinds of ways. However I now find myself at that time of day when he usually comes home, wondering what I should do. Since I don't have to make a "real" dinner, I could eat something really out of the ordinary AND at an unorthodox time. Frosted Flakes (They'rrrrr Grrrreat!) sounds good. But I don't have any in the house. Peanut butter and jelly would actually be terrific.... but this afternoon when I was getting out the stuff to make myself a deviled egg sandwich, I discovered that the bread had gone moldy.

Crap.

You ever lose your appetite when you have to eat alone?

I DO have ice cream. I could make an ice cream sunday from Hell.

That sounds pretty unorthodox right there. Sunday from Hell.

I am writing this stuff in here to try and cheer myself up.

I have to be honest with you.

It's not working.




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