The Book of Screed - February 12th, 2008

I could eat better, I thought. Both in terms of flavor and in health. I needn't only eat out of boxes, bags, or cans, reclining on the couch with a paperback novel in one hand. No! I could cook meals. With actual servings. And different courses. Meat and vegetables in the same meal!

So I set out to do just that. During the course of the evening:

-I burned my arm on the side of a hot pan, spilling grease upon the kitchen floor.

-I dropped a plate.

-While mopping the kitchen floor, to clean up aforementioned grease, I lost my balance, and landed atop my other arm and leg.

-I also landed atop the bucket, which shattered, and promptly flooded both the kitchen and my adjoining bedroom.

So. I have a very clean kitchen. I also have blisters on one arm, my other arm hurts, my foot hurts, my bucket is broken, I lost a plate, my bedroom carpet is hanging over my shower curtain rod, and I have gotten no writing done tonight, nor have I gone jogging.

I'm ordering a dang pizza tomorrow.

-JM