associated in random thought

more green goo

i am drinking fresh-squeezed valencia OJ, and listening to amos lee's "keep it loose, keep it tight". have you listened to him yet? gosh, he's good. and as handsome as my friend, jamesy.

meanwhile, i am sicker than i thought. the green goo has taken up residence in my eyes. i woke up this morning with my eyelashes glued to my cheek. it took a hot rag to pry them loose. gross. please tell me i'm not getting pink eye. for now, i simply look strung out, and i smell like oranges.

things could be worse, right?

helen still cannot drive, and so i was chauffer to the grocery store yesterday. what they tell you about shopping on an empty stomach is very true. after an hour of stumbling around HEB with a shopping cart, the post-concussive and the feverish forked out $120 for lots of produce, chicken, perrier, wine, and catfood. as we lugged it all to my car, we chuckled at our extreme shopping. i then suggested we go out to eat. helen's jaw dropped (as far as it could, given the swelling from the accident.) i giggled. i may be sick, but i'm still funny.

we then proceeded to make a lunch of chicken and fake chicken, respectively, and homemade biscuits. sound nice? yeah, we thought so too. we were convinced that we'd have our own little cracker barrel experience, without having to leave the house. no crazy old ladies in rocking chairs but us. the only catch is that neither helen nor i have made biscuits in years. and come to think of it, i am pretty sure that i only watched my mother make hers. we were not deterred by lack of rolling pin. we improvised.

i offer this: the biscuits tasted good. but they turned out to be quite flat. i should be kinder to them: they were fluffiness impaired, and sort of looked like that sad zoloft cartoon pill in the commercials.

today, we've abandoned biscuits altogether, and are enjoying chicken and mac and cheese: an equally cracker barrel experience. and now, i think i'll settle in with an episode of nova. ooo, it's a special on the history of typhoid fever in new york city, complete with dramatic re-enactments! perfect.