There is such a thing as too many olives...

And I've met that point. Bleuch.

There is a big post coming

As I took the bus home this morning, I fell into a deep funk. My confidence feels like it's a real low point, and it's something that I think I'll delve further into in a less-public forum at some later point today.

I'm tempted to skip my 1pm class and just write to expunge, but that would be Bad. So instead, I'll change my shirt, brush my teeth, and rush off.

Nothing. Nothing is Left

Waitress: And miss, what'll you have?
amalthya: I'll have the garden salad, but please hold the dressing, egg, turkey, swiss cheese and croutons. I can't have any animal products.
Waitress: Wait, what's left?
amalthya: Uh, peppers, black olives, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers?
rosefox: Lettuce?
Waitress: How about getting Some Other Salad?
amalthya: Uh, yea, sure.
Waitress: Want a scoop of tuna with that?
amalthya: No, no animal products.
Waitress: How about a scoop of tuna?
amalthya: Uhh. No, thanks.