Moody Meow

So, I’m out of bananas. Not a catastrophic thing, but very annoying. I didn’t really have enough for the afternoon smoothie, so I used a mosty rip unfrozen one. That didn’t have the same effect and made the smoothie watery. Fuck. And I had a back-up plan for the morning smoothie, but I still don’t know how well it worked. I bought these packs, all juice, no sugar, that you use to blend with soymilk and a frozen banana. Don’t have the banana. Used a mostly ripe one. My taste buds are unacustomed to the new smoothie, but at least it’s not meat.

And here is where I get into The Jungle. I was supposed to finsish reading it last night. Today I have a 300 word paper due. I left my book and my assignment at home, so around 10 I am going to have to go back home and retrieve them. But back to the book. I don’t think I have ever really been that effected by a reading assignment for college. Understand that I have a problem with the wholesale slaughter of animals. That’s just me. But The Jungle puts it into terms that are hard to ignore and uses the animals as a metaphor for the endless toil and inevitible death of the American dream. It’s set in the Chicago meatpacking district at the turn of the last century. I was overwhelmed with grief for the story just kept going down, further and further. I stopped halfway. One - because I was tired. Two - because I couldn’t read anymore. I started getting depressed and I realized it was because I wanted those characters to make it. I am just a little ashamed to admit that I had to read the end of the story on Sparknotes. More than anything, I wanted to know the end. It didn’t make me happy. But I will finish reading the book on my own. I feel like I have to, more for myself than for the class.

I am very very tired. No running this week. The weather didn’t cooperate. Exhaustion overcomes me when I don’t move my ass. And I am smoking a lot again. Fuckinghelldamnit. I feel the effects. If I ride this weekend with D, I think my body will get pissy again. Scratch that. I will ride with D this weekend, even if I have to wear oxygen.

So, we are going to Leu Gardens for date night. I may have mentioned this. I am still excited. And I am cooking something nice. This is a new receipe for me, so it could be awful, but I enjoy experimenting. That’s not entirely true. I savor the successes and am endless shamed with my failures in the kitchen. I am now unable to bake cookies. It’s a curse. But I can still make my vodka cream sauce.

And today, it feels like everything is a typo. I wish Wordpress had spell check.