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I'm in the bedroom typing this, and in the livingroom Martha
Stewart is blaring, her food show on FoodTV. The first segment
was on champagne. This segment is on, yep, cavier. "What
exactly is cavier?" she askes. "It is the roe of sturgeon..."
the guy says. "It's raw fish eggs," I say to no one.
I'm hungry. I've frozen chicken breasts and a bottle of barbeque
sauce and a can of Italian seasoned bread crumbs. My mother would
see this as a potential culinary adventure. She's made good dinners
out of less.
I emailed home about my wrist and shoulder. Dad called me
this evening as I laying on the couch fast forwarding though
a week's worth of quiling show's I've recorded.
"Yeah, he'll tell ya that it needs to be taken care of
right now and that you need surgery and it'll be another two
months before they can get you in...hangon, there was a paniced
yelp from your mother."
In the background I hear her yell, "what negative stuff
are you telling her?" A few other things that I didn't understand
before dad came back with a totally different subject.
He tells me that after training this week, today was the first
day my brother drives on his own for Airborne Express in Tulsa.
I'm still hungry, although I did manage to call Ray's place
a minute ago. Bob answered, no Ray's not home. Is Jean still
there? Yes, she is, an arrangement was made with the office that
she can stay for now. Is she still doing drugs? He says no, I
didn't believe him.
8.30 now, and I bet the IHOP is packed. Subway is way the
hell out there and I don't feel like driving. I'm craving onion
rings but the only 2 places close to get some is Sonic and Burger
King. BK's onion rings suck and Sonic is out since I can't roll
down my windows or they will go off track and it's a bitch to
get them back up again.
I had planned on going to the mall but I wanted to go to the
grocery store first for milk and get gas on my way out there
but didn't because I don't want to shop hungery, but there is
no food to eat to stop the hungries, so here I am, listening
to Martha talk about imported semi-sweet chocolate and bitching
about how hungry I am and not doing a damn thing about it.
Tomorrow I have to be at the zoo at 9 for training and wanted
to get a donut on the way out but their milk is like a dollar
for a pint and a half bottle.
last time ~ next time
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