I have been thinking about death a lot lately. I’m not sure why. I’m not scared to die. Not because I believe that I will be lifted into the devine light yadda yadda, but because I don’t. I believe that when we die, we cease to exsist. Period. So really, there is not reason to be scared. But it does make me sad. The thought of being no more, is sad. No more family, no more food. No more birds and bees to watch in my front yard. No more books! Can you imagine no more music? But I digress. I have become almost obsessed with the thought that one day something will happen and suddenly I’ll be dead. I’ve added so much detail onto this, that I’m sure it will be a car accident. At an intersection. I’m trying to not let this become a full blown phobia.
My Sesame Soba noodles from Trader Joes are slightly bland today. Odd, but tasty. Last night for dinner I had a mini smorgaasbord. I cooked up some crispy cucumber wontons, some sticky rice cakes, some Mushroom Spinach turnovers and Red Pepper / Carrot soup. Three out of four from Trader Joes, and one homemade. Quite a tasty dinner!
I need to learn how to do tire pressure readings. One of those quirky things that I just don’t seem to do quite right.
I also brought microwave popcorn for snack to terrorize the rest of the building.
Is everyone totally hooked on the Family Feud game on Facebook? Crazyness.
Been watching some renovations going on a block away from my house. I think they’re putting in an Ice Cream place. Could be scarey.
Just found out that they’re also putting in a bikini bar down the street from me. Only annoying to me because it could have been something else that I would like to patronage! I don’t think a bikini bar is going to be a prime place for a healthful minded vegetarian.
Lunch is done! Off to work.