It’s over, it’s over, lalala, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, lalalalalalalalalaa!
I just ate a cheese sandwich.
That would be half a rice tortilla, about 1 oz. of almond cheese and 1/2 teaspoon of earth balance.
Compare it to…Beef Wellington, say, or Filet Mignon with Hollandaise, both of which would probably kill me. But on this diet, ambrosia.
Today I also ate 2 eggs and 1/2 a cup of goat yogurt.
My partner drank water from rice that had been boiled for a long time.
I hope to be able to do yoga without falling over tomorrow. It’s a big wish, I know, but I have hope.
I hope to drive up to Endicott without spending an extra half hour in traffic on Wed. We’re at blocking-and-rehearsing-and-hoping-we -can-get-it-all-in-and-make-it-great time.
I will meditate tomorrow. Maybe all day.
Obviously my brain has been destroyed by kichari and ayurvedic herbs. I suppose a cleanse lobotomy could be a reason for nothing every bothering me again.
We’ll see. How long it takes to find another rant. There’s always Mitt Romney, but really, why bother? He’s doing a good job of destroying himself without my attention. I think I’ll leave him to it.
Good night, one and all. Much metta. Or something. I have forgotten the meanings of many words on this lobotomy, so perhaps something makes sense somewhere on some planet in some language. Perhaps. Spahrep?