Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Hey There Lonely Boy
He waited for friends on the beach this morning, but it was just so cold. First there were some dogs that are a little standoffish (to them, he's just a pup, and they growl a warning when they see him galumphing toward them). Then he was overjoyed to see a real puppy he's met before, but she was just leaving and he only had a chance to tumble and roll her across the sand for about five minutes. Also, her owner said, "Oh, Gus. We know Gus. He likes to hump her."
Did I mention how cold it was? Better twenty minutes of beach than no beach at all, I say.
Did I mention that I'm on a doctor-prescribed diet in an attempt to cure my irritable innards? No, I'm sure I didn't because that is the most boring subject ever in the whole history of the world. I am trying to look at it all glass-half-full, but I can't help but note that many of the things I can't eat right now are the things that sustain me, normally: garlic, onions, beans, soy, wheat, honey, apples, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, cauliflower, mushrooms... Yep, pretty bad. I only mention it because I had a funny dream that involved the Wii game Just Dance, some characters from American Horror Story: COVEN, and me devouring a falafel sandwich like an animal. I mean, just shoving it in my mouth, gobbling it so fast that by the time, in my dream, that I realized I was eating at least two forbidden foods (wheat, chickpeas), it was far too late.