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I took out the gauze to eat applesauce and now that my tongue has investigated my mouth and noticed the absence - whoa. I'm having an existential Ozymandius moment, daydreaming about the skull that lies under my meat.
Pain. I am made of OW at the moment.
A friend of mine gave me the first season for Heroes for Xmas, so I might think I might dissolve myself into that. Though I could do with some Bill Murray.
I had a pretty decent last meal, a spicy peanut noodle box. With prawns! Now, by contrast, I have applesauce. By Friday I should work my way up to mashed potatoes. There's something modestly soul-crushing about applesauce. BUT, there's ice cream in the freezer! |
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