Friday, Carrots

Ate left over stir fry, mixed with nuts, for breakfast today. Took half a Paxil, and tested the temperature outside. Not warm, but not cold like it should be so early in the morning. Sky, sprinkled with ash. I watched some television with Mike. Our marathon is over.

I came home around two, ate lunch, took my 5-htp, and then began making a pineapple, carrot cake. I grated a bountiful two cups of wet carrots. Carrots are so surprisingly saturated. About twenty minutes before it was done, I realized I didn't have any cream-cheese, so I went to Right Aid to look for cream-cheese. Right Aid doesn't sell cream-cheese, so I went to the Hills and reluctantly bought their cream-cheese. A very old looking man, named Lester, was a bag boy at the checkout.

I came home, and made cream-cheese frosting for the cooling pineapple, carrot cake. I went back over and played some video games with Mike, before getting a call from my mum to go to yoga. We went to yoga, yo. Left yoga. I was excited to get outside into the fresh air, and while my mum hung around to talk to her yoga cohorts, I looked at the creek. A squirrel was overhead, and I could hear his crumbs falling to the ground, nearly onto me. He was eating the buds of the trees. Are buds that sweet? No nuts this time of year?

I got home, and made myself a noodle soup for dinner. My mum and brother had gone to buy some food for themselves for dinner, so I ate alone. While they were still gone, I frosted the carrot cake and decorated it with sprinkles. Yellow, red, silver, three hearts. They got home and we nibbled on a slice of the cake. My mum ended up going out to dinner with a friend. I went and played some more video games with Mike. I came home at eleven thirty, walked around the kitchen with the cake, not sure where to put it. Put it back where I found it. Pissed, brushed my teeth, took half a Seroquel.

Now it's Saturday.