Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen

Too. Early.

Here's the thing about having all the grocery shopping done by 6:00 a.m.: apparently the bit of my brain that goes, "Ooooh, shiny!" is much more active between 4:30 and 6:00. (This is probably to compensate for the 4-5:30 p.m. time, when nothing whatever is shiny. The problem is that I try not to be awake 4:30-6 a.m., and I almost always have to be awake 4-5:30 p.m.) So I had to wrestle my hindbrain into not buying a "graffiti eggplant." The forebrain thought processes went like this: no one in the house loves eggplant, and I'm the only one who even likes it a little. I am unlikely to make myself a spontaneous eggplant for breakfast. Therefore the eggplant should stay in the store. The hindbrain thought processes went like this: it has stripes. It is a racing eggplant.

The brain compromised on some tomatillos (forebrain: I can put those in a sauce for with eggs; hindbrain: ooh, crinkly!).

Grocery people once again mistook my physics T-shirt for a sorority T-shirt, but this has been happening for years now; I'm used to it. (* is not a Greek letter, people! Psi, yes, but *, no!)

To add insult to injury, I awoke before the 4:50 alarm, because I was just so hungry. Not fair. I had dinner last night. I had ice cream in the middle of the evening. But 4:30, there I was, ready to gnaw markgritter's leg while he slept, so I got up. Sigh. Don't know what to do about this (other than getting up and eating breakfast).

Anyway, markgritter has been successfully taken to the airport, and the groceries are bought and put away, and that, as they say, is that. Maybe there will be a nap. One lives in hope.

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