Wednesday, September 29, 2004


Spent the birthday super-rapid-cycling on the ol' mood-o-meter. Every 10 minutes was a new and unexpected challenge. I've never quite experienced it like that. It was almost like that dream where your brain is a countertop blender. Completely out of my mind. I went to dinner with my dad, and even the beer tasted funny. Miller Lite should not taste like Sprite, and Rolling Rock Green Light should not taste the same way. Now that I think about it, I may have been having a stroke. Last night I went to dinner with my mother and I had one of the best Mexican meals I'd had in a while. Carne Asada Zamora. A skirt steak with the arbol sauce and some beans (whole) on top. Also two cheese quesadillas, some of that avocado goop and some tortillas if you want to cut the steak up and make fajitas. Delightful!


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