Monday, December 15, 2008

I woke up around 11pm. I couldn't remember my dreams. I got up. I hadn't eaten all day. I made some garlic toast and a strip of bacon. I turned on the porchlight for Mark (a habit I'm getting into, which he thanks me for). I had just started eating when Mark got home. I gave me last slice of garlic toast (I made 3). I didn't want it to make me ill, and I felt I'd undercooked them. Then I listened to Mark tell me a story about his day. Now he's downstairs opening up his package, and I'm sitting here wondering if my stomach will be ok so I can go grocery shopping later. Definitely not going to Necto.

   posted by Bald Jason at 11:59 PM
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