September 26th, 2009


What price glory?

         As you may have discerned, I have a headache. You can have it if you want it.

         Today has been a slow day. I cooked lunch. The menu was fish, stir fry veggies in teriyaki, and rotini in possibly the worst cheese sauce I ever made. The cheese, havarti, mozzarella, and a mix of Monterey jack and sharp cheddar absolutely refused to melt together. Perhaps it was the liquid garlic flavoring?

         Despite lunch I am entrusted with supper. It is to be Pork chops, the left over stir fry veggies and some potato wedges. Yes, I know, way too carbohydrate-laden. So kill me.

         Things are not really improving around the house. I continue my unanticipated weepy moments. My sister is snarly and snappish and scared as shit. The dogs are confused. And, of course, I am writing more than I have in quite a while. The worse things get in my life the more I write. Doubtless were I starving in some attic garret suffering a lingering illness having no medium to record my maunderings but scribbling them on the walls in my own blood I would be hailed a genius. What price glory?