The Problematic of the Unproblematic

This day is dedicated to Jay CSO at Jamie Meg or Fanny Toe (or whatever) He knows what he wants if given the choice between a 3-course, a 4-course, a 5-course meal or the buffet, Jay chooses the buffet. Jay is running the ship... it’s a chocolate covered ship he wants to eat it while he is seatid on stage in his "lazy boy" chair which rhymes with hair He likes "Birds of a Feather" no idea whether that's just crazy talk or doing the walk. maybe it's a game? Like: say everything scrambled? Like I go to want? Let's hope Jay is not going to us eat all? This is fun so much! And it is childish not the least in! I am laughing so much for grateful! And now I will watch Supernatural until I drop, goodbye.

Friends, I must admit, I took a little detour. Now I am back, but I am not the same person. I am counting calories now. I eat things like Pumpernickel and Cottage Cheese and haven't had any butter in days. Soon weeks. At Starbucks, I order non-fat Lattes and don't look at the double chocolate muffins and cinnamon rolls and whatnots. On the one hand, it is frightening how much fun this calorie counting is. But I also fear that I now only run at about 50% of my mental capacity (because the brain needs fat, as we all know, the more the better). My brain is dimly aware of a Before (with capital B) and has just enough wit to feel a little bit sorry for no longer performing in the same league. As time progresses, however, I am sure that my brain will forget the Before and be very happy in the Now, so why bother. Happiness is a fatless brain. Sam and Dean. OMG. I have four episodes left to watch, FOUR! And then, there is just weeks of nothingness. True, Dean eats at least one chees...