Without having eaten much (food is sitting right here):
I have, since 11 a.m., presented a web-publishing tutorial to a writer and an intern, actually answered my phones without knowing who was calling and talked to people, made a return call to a prospective writer, worked on macro-planning, micro-managed at least 20 e-mails and their tails of trouble (no, not tales), paid the mortgage (just in time), paid the water bill (just in time), gone to two grocery stores and a pet food store, prepared the chili, reorganized the leftover soups and Chinese foods (homemade and takeout tofus) from giant half-full bowls to exactly-the-same repeated containers in the fridge, remembered to throw the freezer-grease cans into the trash, took out the trash and recycling, washed all the dishes, refilled the cat's lidded portion bowls for the week …
Yes, I promise you I will eat.
I am afraid to go to sleep. Am "making holiday pay" as we speak (so to speak; idiom does not always match reality), thinking about another over-dreamed night and wondering if my shoddy hold on grammar will survive through the spring.
Grandmother, paternal, was an alcoholic.
… eating …
but you have to guess what it is.
5 comments:
blue corn tortilla chips?
with a side of guac and beef?
chocolate?
spinach salad with warmed bacon dressing?
Peanuts from the ceiling.
all that sounds really nice, but, no.
spaghetti-o's and concord missouri.
nondisclosure on ounces.
vowels.
you're eating vowels because they're filling, but without the crunchy calories of consonants.
that's so like you...
{ back a few fast days; have fun down in ada!}
Sleep deprivation will result in mania... until the wall looms anyway. Folks who are depressed can sometimes help themselves by staying up all night... or not.
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