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Safeway has been having Talenti gelato on sale recently, and I've bought a few flavors. I opened a jar (they come in plastic jars) of something called Southern Butter Pecan, and it's... unusual. I mean I'm an old guy, so I like butterscotch, right? And I like this, but I'm not entirely sure I do. There's just something odd about it, like there's an extra ingredient that shouldn't be there. The unidentifiable ingredient isn't unpleasant, but it just doesn't quite belong somehow. The fact that I can't figure out what that flavor is is driving my crazy. This is the first time I can recall being distressed by ice cream. I'm also eating too much of it each time, trying to figure out what that flavor is. I'm hoping the other flavors I bought don't provoke so much stress, because it's really stupid, and I feel really stupid for being so stressed about it. It's making me [[gasp]] wish I didn't have ice cream!
And while I'm getting myself knotted up over nothing, there is an actual real problem, which is that my skull has become a boil-in bag for my brain. Yes, I'm complaining about the heat again. I've spent the whole night with the fan going and windows open, and the apartment is only down to 74 degrees, and today will be hotter than yesterday, and the subsequent two days will be hotter still, and I'm sitting here almost but not quite comfortable in the most pleasant air I'm apt to experience for the next several weeks. My boiled brain can't quite grasp that knowledge, though, and I know this to be true because I have not killed myself. If my brain were functioning properly I would surely be a corpse right now. And then neither heat nor strange ice cream flavors would bother me, now would whatever it is that is making my nose run (probably some kind of pollen, though I haven't sneezed yet.)
Thank goodness for microwaved frozen dinners. I fixed one Monday, so at least I didn't have to have the real oven or even the range on in this appaling heat. Oh, and it was the third of June:
And while I'm getting myself knotted up over nothing, there is an actual real problem, which is that my skull has become a boil-in bag for my brain. Yes, I'm complaining about the heat again. I've spent the whole night with the fan going and windows open, and the apartment is only down to 74 degrees, and today will be hotter than yesterday, and the subsequent two days will be hotter still, and I'm sitting here almost but not quite comfortable in the most pleasant air I'm apt to experience for the next several weeks. My boiled brain can't quite grasp that knowledge, though, and I know this to be true because I have not killed myself. If my brain were functioning properly I would surely be a corpse right now. And then neither heat nor strange ice cream flavors would bother me, now would whatever it is that is making my nose run (probably some kind of pollen, though I haven't sneezed yet.)
Thank goodness for microwaved frozen dinners. I fixed one Monday, so at least I didn't have to have the real oven or even the range on in this appaling heat. Oh, and it was the third of June:
