26, October, 2010

I'm slow.  Numerous people have complained about this.  That ugly hag I had for a teacher in Grade 5 said she hated that I refused to run.  She was not wearing a Girl Scout Uniform that was 4 inches above the knees that flapped backwards up to her waist when she ran.  Ugly hag.  [Mrs Villaceran.  Yes, I remember you.  You're lucky I don't know your address.]  So it took me 3 hours to get myself and my baby ready to go out.  So what?  I already had my dose of caffeine, not much you can do there.  We went to the grocery store.  It was cold.  The exposed parts of my anatomy felt like I'd just dipped them in ice cold water.  For one thing, my fingers felt like they've just congealed into one whole mass.  I can still feel them, which was good.  I was glad to see some 'toilette' papers on sale.  They smelled good, and, oh!  Look!  Flowers.  Any ass would love that.  I also bought chocolate, which I thought was expensive, but I bought it anyway.  I liked the metal case.  It's metal and who  knows, with care I could even give it to my grandchildren as a toy they can bury their dead pet hamster in [of course the poor thing would have had died of natural causes--I know the Americans have outlawed this as a cause of death in 1956, but that's just them.  And maybe that law just includes humans.]  Anyway, I was horrified to find out it cost 2 times more than I thought.  Damn, that totally ruined the excitement I had over the fact that I thought I saw a huge mushroom growing on one of the trees on the way back.  Just imagine if you were the tree--you'd have panicked at having found such a thing growing on you, kind of like if you were human and you found maggots spilling from a cavity that you'd never noticed before.  Damn.