Good Day, Pizza, Frida Breath

Today was a good day indeed. For some reason, possibly the full moon, things seem to be in line. I've been raised to believe when everything is going well it can only get worse. My peoples went through the depression, and two world wars, not to mention a few prison sentences. There people came from Europe. The wolf was always at the door. Where the hell else would he be? None of the old children's fables had good endings. It was always the same, the end. Remember the 5 Chinese brothers?

I put a first coat of paint on the front porch, fired up the oven, and made pizzas. I had at least a whole 11 inch pizza for myself, but 4 or 5 different types of pizza.

You've heard all this BS before, so on with the facts. I feel like completely mellowing out and drifting away.

Frida's mouth smells like puppy breath again. Nothing like clean teeth.

That's it.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War

What I ate today;

Breakfast; 2 poached eggs, 2 cups of coffee (I know, I'm jonesing w/the coffee), 1 potato pancake, orange juice

No lunch

Dinner; the whole pizza as described above and 5 yes, 5 beers. There's some calories there. Alice is always with us these days.

Exercise; 3 miles walking

ta ta