don't shit where you eat, my friend.

in one of last night's dreams, I was inexplicably at the bottom of the ocean, breathing just fine despite not having any accoutrements; the resistance from the deep water was the only inconvenience. a shark was gliding along the bottom. it looked at me disgustedly, like "what the fuck's SHE doing in the damn deep water" but otherwise ignored me. a dolphin came up. it was chirping cliched cheerful dolphin things (so easy to anthromorphasize dolphins) and sidling up beside me. then it saw the shark, and the shark saw it. the dolphin started to swim nearly vertically toward the surface; the shark was darting behind it; I watched stupidly from the mushy, lifeless bottom. I could barely see light filtering down. occasional bubbles and sediment would filter through; otherwise it was silent and soft and weightless and dark. and then the water above me, far above me, turned red, and more bubbles came down, and the pressure undulated against me. I woke up. cat sandwich. sweating. 250am. there are still a few leaves on the tree outside my window, shadowing through the street light onto my wall. it was one of those dreams where I think "what the FUCK. where did THAT brain-rape manifest from?" quiet apartment, quiet sleeping seattle, just a little breeze. poor dolphin. the weirdest part, the emotion I retain: I'm an intruder, a bumbling idiot in a strange land by mere virtue of MYSELF- and I am thereby ineffectual. I can feel sad piteous kindly things, but what does it matter? what does it solve? aren't I just, like, in the way?

stupid human.

I finally made soup that didn't suck! the trick: don't dump everything in your cupboard into a pot and douse it with curry powder (my usual method). you will end up with indelible yellow spackle and it will make you feel sad.

*moderately-successful "ain't gonna stress 'bout the morrow" soup:*

-2 potatoes from my parents' yard (danke!)
-some carrot pieces
-a shit-ton of dried oregano and dried basil
-less-than-a-shit-ton of celery salt, paprika, dill, and I think that's it.
-a few of these weird slimy "broth flavoring packets" from Safeway, vegetarian, commingled with the appropriate equivalent of tap water.
-about 1/3 box of awesome, nasty-ass minute rice. YEAH.
cook, simmer, whatever, until nothing is inappropriately crunchy.
THEN: add bacon bits. Bac-Os are vegetarian and actually taste better/more bacony than their authentic brethren. the Bac-Os MAKE this better than it otherwise is.
and you have a pot of nurturing po'folk victuals! cockles: warmed!

-is that a euphemism?
-there should be a term for "absurd white-girl Afro." Afronkey? too much?
-Ballard.
-Fremont Ave.
-15th NE.
-Ballard.
-tombs the sexy ladycat. the mass is bigger. I guess cancer does that, huh.
-U District.
-Ballard.
-fruit punch and a bendy straw. take me seriously!

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