March 21, 2011 I can’t even
Today has been…impossibly long… and while I would like to prudently break out into a page-long narrative about the weather and the unforgiving 30 kilometer route march with the average person’s life’s worth of reading materials in my bag, I just can’t… and there’s this cat outside my door, who’s clamouring to come in and nothing like Rosie, isn’t letting up either; when I’m asleep, he silently plots my demise and preys on my feet at every imagined opportunity… and then there are these raisins in my dried (not fried) rice right now that are overwhelming me beyond reason. Why are there white raisins in my rice? Who puts raisins in rice? And if I continued with this line of interrogation, I would eventually arrive at the conclusion that I should never have left my bed today.
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