poop

I’m not talking about literal poop, like the stuff that comes out of your butt. I’m talking about the emotional poop, where nothing is satisfactory, your clothes feel itchy and uncomfortable, you feel a headache coming on, you’re not hungry but you want to eat, your legs ache even though you’ve been sitting for the past 6 hours and all you want to do is sulk in the corner or roll around on the floor.

Yeah, that’s pretty much how I felt last night. I thought eating homemade guacamole would make me feel better, but that just made me want to eat more guacamole when I finished the entire bowl. The new episode of Lost made me feel even crankier because I couldn’t pay attention and now I’m really confused about what’s going on. I even baked a cherry pie, which allowed me to use my fancy new cherry pitter but that just made a different kind of cherry mess, and then I neglected to bake the pie on a pan so the whole kitchen was smoky with burnt sugar.

I used a squirrel-shaped cookie cutter on the leftover pie dough to decorate the top, but then I realized that I didn’t weave the lattice crust properly and as someone who likes to do things correctly and neatly, this just made things worse.

I really don’t know what the point of this post is. Oh well. I put lots of butter in the filling so hopefully it will taste good. I’m pretty sure I’m going to eat this whole thing tonight. No, you can’t have any.