Long. Through the weekend and hopefully the first couple days of the work week. I'm on a steady diet of turkey gravy and white rice, and it has been heaven. Accordingly, each new serving tastes less appetizing than the last, which will properly wean me from the delicacy. Turkey is fabulous the day of, and every day after that, that strange, distinct, strong poultry flavor becomes ever so nauseating with the next bite. I have nearly depleted my ration of gravy, brought from the Forrest residence, but the timing is perfect because it will not spoil my experience for next year.
I've had day after day of doing nothing. I carry it around like a secret. In conversations with others, I present myself as a dutiful, responsible girl who is always on the go. The only thing I am always on is the couch.
I'm going to the mall today. I'm excited; I'm going to fill a large purse with rocks to hit other shoppers with when they get in my way.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:00 PM
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