man oh man but
iron chef usa is just wickedly awful. i hope it dies soon.
i watched it with chris who came over for dinner. (i had invited mischka & becca, too, but they seem to have forgotten the invitation, & i guess it was just as well, since i wasn't really feeling social.) we turned the music up loud & i made him read things & we suffered through the evil knockoff iron chef together. now i have to wash the dishes & am stalling for time.
i don't know what's going to become of all this. i start writing & erase everything. it wasn't like this before.
and in situations like these / it's sometimes useful to think of life as one long continuous evening / that never turns into night hey hey .[[.mountain.goats.]].
(but when i got home from a cranky day at work, the kind of day when through my own clumsiness i spilled honey on my clothes, there was a tray of chocolate cupcakes waiting for me, from bean, with sprinkles & everything.)
