Wednesday, April 28, 2004
I imbibed a blueberry-grape soy drink entirely on a whim this afternoon. It calls itself a "fruit flavored beverage with natural soy isoflavones". I bought it because it made me think of Elliott, Buddy Holly glasses, and duct-taped shoes. The grocery store shelves housed a variety of foreign (to my eyes, not the country) drinks, and I have made it my mission to sample most of them (the ones that cost less than two dollars apiece).at 3:22 PM
I baked neither brownies nor a pie this morning, thus I had time to somewhat relax. On Friday, though, I'll have to roll at least four doughs. The first few bother me little, because the restaurant has not yet opened and I therefore remain uninterrupted. When people order shakes and desserts as I sweat over the dough, I become exhausted. I am a puss, but on account of my sex, this state of being is excusable.
I have only three class periods left until I take my finals. I am thrilled. I would like to reclaim the lost sleep time.
