WHY IS IT SO HOT IN THIS STUPID HOUSE.
I know this has been a very blog filled day, but I have NOTHING ELSE TO DO.
I just made myself some dinner (I wasn't very hungry, but I needed to eat food to be able to take my sinus pills) and I was so hot from the steam and the boiling of the water and just moving around in this oven of a house that I took my bowl of mac and cheese and a chair and I ate outside, right in the middle of my yard. It felt so nice. I miss outside.
The act of cooking and chair-carrying tired me out though so now I am back on my sickbed. Melanie Klein wants me to finish writing my paper on her. Siiiigh.
Speaking of chairs, we have those refrigerator magnet poetry words on our fridge downstairs and one caught my eye that made me laugh while I was down there just now. It said "Every chair has soul." I had no idea.
Also, an 8 year old once told me, "I only eat shaped macaroni. They taste better."
I laughed at him for being picky, until I thought about it myself a little later on.
They DO taste better.
I haven't gone back since. Tonight was Spiderman.
good on paper
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