I
haven’t showered since Thursday (it’s Saturday). Got to my day job yesterday; my undershirt
was on backwards and inside out. I’d only gotten like two hours of sleep the
night before, but it was totally worth it.
It was Halloween, after all, my favorite holiday.
There’s
a slight headache forming in the back of my brain while I examine the
ever-present circles under my eyes . . . I slept eleven hours last night. I almost feel hungover, but I didn’t have a
drop of alcohol last night. Drank enough
Thursday to cover both days. That
ghost-pepper moonshine—
Ugh. I’d forgotten about that shit. And
the four-five shots of saké we had at dinner.
No wonder I was putting my clothes on backwards yesterday! But it was a birthday party for my beautiful,
talented, sweet sexy red-headed friend (the girl dating a Schnucks butcher from
this post). I gave her beef
jerky. The next day she posted on my
Facebook wall for all the world to see:
So I promised that I
would save some of the Most Incredible Jerky Ever for my boyfriend but I
thought I would have myself a nibble or two.
I was kind of worried that I might not be able to stop at just a little
but decided it was worth the risk. Surprisingly
enough I only had one piece! And it was
not because I exerted any kind of self-control, either, because honestly I’m
not wired for that. I think I . . . I
think I Respect it. Your jerky is so
good I have developed emotion for it.
My response?
“It’s always better when you can
make it last longer . . . and longer . . . and longer . . .”
“I’ve heard that! Your meat makes me a believer.”
Also, “Meat Emotions” would make a
great band name.
