Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday's child is full of grace
I cut my finger while making dinner.
I dropped my porkchop on the floor on the way to the table. I pick it up and go back to get another one. I sit down, knock my wine glass over with my elbow and it shatters all over the table and floor.
There goes another porkchop. And the worst bit? That was the last of my wine.
I was craving sugar so strongly a few minutes ago that I honestly dug through the pantry, looking for the stale donuts that I know are in there. I found them and reheated a cup of coffee from this morning, just so I could soften the donut up enough to eat it.
I think maybe I should go to bed now.