If You Teach A Monkey To Banana He'll Eat For A Lifetime

I am sick, feel bad for me, if I get pneumonia I will likely die because I am unemployed and we have no government healthcare in this country, but yay for all the people who have kept the scary socialism away, I hope they don't plan on using libraries or public schools or fire departments or the police.

This is what I look like when I'm sick and it's one in the morning.


I had two cups of Throat Comfort tea (surprisingly good), and toast. Because I love toast. The mug was a gift from a friend who went to Germany. Apparently it reads, "without you everything is stupid," although in that picture it's backwards so I guess it reads, "diputs si gnihtyreve uoy tuohtiw," only in German.

We have a lot of overripe bananas, so I'm thinking tomorrow maybe I'll make banana bread and tell my roommates I'm sick and I sneezed all over it, and then they won't eat it and I'll get it ALLLLL.

Add Sugar And A Heart Full Of Love. Preferably Still Bleeding.

Tonight I made dinner - curry spiced lentils and rice, and roasted beets, yams, and potatoes.

I got a steam burn from the rice cooker.

It looks like a little pink blotch, but it feels like the devil himself sucked my soul out of my wrist, leaving a tiny patch of hellfire behind.

I also made blackberry crisp with blackberries I picked at the beach. In August they grow wild all over the place because Bellingham is Heaven. (Those of you who thought I wouldn't end up in Heaven are looking mighty stupid right about now. And where, may I ask, are YOU?)

Last night Chrissy, Spencer, Adia, and I met Spencer's bandmates and friends at a beach for s'mores, which is obviously the Best Night Ever, wish you were here, keep in touch, so sad about your sad life and other sad stuff.

Adia + marshmallows = love 4ever


If you look closely you can see a dead jellyfish on a rock.


Spencer is the god of marshmallow roasting sticks (yes, there's a god for that. It's a promotion - he used to be just the deputy angel in charge of picking up candy wrappers).


Also, the other day I made blackberry lemon muffins (Sugar + Sunshine recipe - DI.VINE.)


and found Waldo.


And I might have some friends, which would be great news if I still had a soul and cared about that sort of thing. This weekend I'm seeing theatre and music and probably also eating a lot of really delicious food that I'll make out of ingredients I find in the wild, like chocolate and marshmallows.

Man Of Steel Melts Like Cheese

I'm not totally sure, but all signs point to an iron deficiency. I'm just going to blame my recently lax attitude about blogging on that. THE IRON MADE ME DO IT. Or, rather, the lack of iron made me lack of do it.

Turns out some dark chocolate has loads of iron. So I just spent $11.47 on chocolate. And that was with a $1 coupon.

I've been watching a lot of Chris Pureka and Lyndell Montgomery on YouTube while I try to replenish my iron with dark chocolate. And kale and beans and chains and stuff.

I Know The Way But I'm Going Back

Since coming to San Jose last week I have watched

• Mr. Smith Goes To Washington: Great movie, my grandma loved it.
• That Thing You Do: Always a good time, my grandma enjoyed it.
• Gattaca: One of my favorites. My grandma thought it was confusing and weird.
• Sense and Sensibility: Also one of my favorites. My grandma liked this one considerably more.

Today we went out and saw Julie & Julia, to which I say WELCOME BACK, NORA EPHRON. My grandma loved it.

In the past 8 days I've read

• The Godmother: Chick lit, beach read, good for the plane ride. B-.
• Handle With Care: I thought Jodi Picoult's books would be better than Lifetime movies. I was wrong. But sometimes I like a Lifetime movie, especially if it's about a serial killer (this isn't). B.
• The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society: Thoroughly enjoyable. A-, like my blood type and college GPA.

I started the book Devil in the White City, but it's pretty dense so I don't think I'll get through it before I leave. In the meantime, I've started Up Island. I'm about 100 pages in, and cannot yet tell if I like or detest it.

I have just doubled my lifetime total of books read. I'm like a genius or something.

I leave you with Lyndell Montgomery. You're welcome.

And A Bamboo Princess In A Pear Tree

Last night I dreamt that-- SHUT UP AND JUST LISTEN QUIT ROLLING YOUR EYES.

Geez.

Last night I dreamt that I was with a crowd of people running across an empty wasteland to what appeared to be the edge of the world. I was lagging further and further behind because I was watching the four huge, different colored moons setting. As I pointed out how beautiful it was to a guy next to me, an enormous - and I mean ENORMOUS - moon rose, so close that it looked like I could step off the world and into one of its craters. The guy next to me couldn't see it.

I googled the meaning of moons in dreams, but it's a bunch of contradictory gobbledygook. It's possible that I am serene, in touch with my femininity, and highly intuitive. Or I could be closing a chapter in my life, starting a new one, and about to travel over water. Or it could represent romance and lunacy (two words, one meaning). It could also mean the opposite of all those things.

Conclusion: Never try to figure out what your dreams mean. Let the Egyptians starve.