Leftovers

After watching today's special comment by Keith Olbermann and re-reading My Ishmael I've decided I want to learn survival skills and live in the wilderness.

Instead I'm eating left-over chocolate skulls and feeling emotionally rocky. Between that and the nausea, I think it's time to switch birth control pills.

No, I haven't been writing or doing yoga or meditating, god damn it.

I don't know that Richard and I got very far in our "team meeting" on Saturday. However, I worry if I think about it too much I'll over-analyze and self-fulfill, so I'll shoo it away like so many fruit flies.

On an unintended metaphoric note: Those fuckers take FOREVER to die out, even after you've scrubbed the kitchen and removed every speck of food from the disposal.