WEEKEND

[napoleonherself]

It's really funny how sometimes I can be very cheerful and normal and involved like the other people, when usually I just want to crawl in a hole and hide from everyone. During discussion and lab today I grouptalked and joined in the general room banter just as neat as you please, and next week I'll probably be scared and withdrawn again.

Whether I had a good day or a bad day, though, it's still nice to have me some weekend.

I got home very hungry, and at first was a bit irritated that mecha is again too sick/sleepy/what have you to help me with that. Then I just sucked it up and went to locate the things to make cheese sammiches. And then I noticed the raspberry jam that we bought a couple weeks ago that I'd forgotten.

So I wound up toasting some nummy wheat bread and schlopping some butter and jam on the toast and then ate that. And it were GOOD. I'd forgotten how tasty some barely-browned toast with fruitlike topping could be.

This entry, then, is in honor of toast. Here's to you, toast.

Comments

[feathered.livejournal.com]

I would make some worshipful comment about the wonderfulness of toast, but I have the stomach flu and even toast sounds unappatizing right now.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Meep. There's definitely something wrong with the world when a toast post (...which rhymes) doesn't get a rousing agreement from you. I BLAME THE ITALIANS POKEY

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Yes, thank you for pointing that out. I at least had the decency to not state the pun. ;P

[ryl.livejournal.com]

It must be the night for toast with butter and raspberry jam. I just had me some of that. Thank you, raspberries, for being tasty and sweet. I honor you by spreading you on bread and devouring you.