Blood Musk

2004-02-01 - 4:20 p.m.

I watched a documentary about the transitionary period in an Amish teenagers life that is Rumspringa. So much I didn't know about the Amish culture. They speak a different language fluently-though they didn't say what, I'm going to assume it's Danish? Just a hunch, based on the term 'Pennyslvania Dutch'? Over all, it was a depressing sight to behold. I left with a hard core desire to listen to my new Edgar Allen Poe books on tape, which I purchased so that I might knit for long periods of time without getting bored, or distracted. It worked like i'd planned it. I knit until 6 this morning, which is something altogether creepy. and I couldn't fall asleep until 6:45 because the voices of Vincent Price and Basil Rathbone, who both contributed, didn't shut off after listening to them for 5 hours straight. In conclusion, I woke up one and one half of an hour ago. I am pretty appalled with myself, really.

And I made the worst pancakes in the world just now. I don't know where it all went wrong, but they were like english muffins. It turned out that I just cut the whole pretense and squished the chocolate chips that I had folded into them through my fork and ate them that way. Just the melted chocolate chips. With a Pepsi, which nutritionally, is a really deplorable way to start a day that started at a deplorable hour. My inner workings are clucking and shaking their heads at me. Sorry liver, kidneys and skeleton! Sorry teeth. I will do better.

As I prepared these regrettable pancakes, I took notice of the cooked chicken carcass that laid on the counter to be used as a soup for my family. As I mixed the egg replacer in a tiny seperate bowl, I thought to her: "SEE? It is not me!" and the chicken told me that while it was too late for her, to "tell your friends". The sight of a ravaged chicken is one that normally I can't stomach, let alone converse with, so I see that a night full of Edgar Allen Poe has cozied me up to gore.

Bring it on EAP