I was about to write about how I was standing the kitchen, leaning against the counter, licking raw cookie dough off a spoon while reading the container, and Mother was with me, on the phone with her friend, and as I licked the dough I read aloud, "Bake Dough Before Consuming," and Mother nearly fell over with laughter... and that was when I realized that I have nothing to write about.
This blog is getting sad. Just sad. I don't have anything intelligent to say, and if I do, it's too personal to say here. I don't even write in my journal anymore, though; if I do, it's a few sentences a day because I can't work up the energy for any more. Sometimes I think I should stop writing here but God do I love this thing even if it is pure drivel.
Do you know what I did today? I laid in bed all day. Sure, I emerged from my basement abode to shower and eat, but I just laid around all day watching movies and reading "Mrs. Shakespeare" (promising, but at 80 pages in I can safely say that it's dragging and the italicized font is killing my eyes).
I watched "Big Fish" (excellent), "Sleepers" from my Woody Allen collection (cute), and began watching Sister's birthday present to me - the deluxe edition of "Stand By Me" (whatever that means), when I realized how sad my life has become and came upstairs to blog. About cookie dough.
"William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet" before going to bed. Who the hell dreams about Leonardo DiCaprio besides 12-year-old girls, like, when I was 12?) There was just this terrible sense of foreboding in the dream; none of it made any sense. At one point my sisters were playing outside and I kept yelling for them to come in because I felt that something was about to come and get them. I woke up totally upset, even though it was completely irrational. But this dream was the most lovely thing ever compared to the bloody, tear-filled dreams about my father. I don't even want to go to sleep anymore.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go peel the half-baked, half-raw chocolate chip cookies off the tin foil and break my diet. Yesssssss.
P.S. Mother found my old glasses dangling from a wire next to the computer. You couldn't make this stuff up, I swear.