Interlewd

For someone who channels personal frustration into political outrage, I'm pretty sick of this stalemate-as-truce in the wake of the Arizona shooting and hope our country regroups over the weekend. First of all, quit overusing the word "vitriol." Second, stop pouting how so-and-so did it too when reprimanded. (Seriously, "You Lie!"-engraved rifle parts cannot compare.) Third, both sides need to remember bullets, not animadversions, hit the real victims.

My youngest sister came home for a follow-up dermatology appointment Thursday, recuperating from a wide excision and eleven stitches on the living room couch with Bridalplasty and cinnamon raisin toast. I joined her for the latter with a sudden craving for butter (fat soluble vitamins, yeah?) at 11pm. Otherwise I'd done so well. An espresso and clementine for breakfast. Half a can of tuna with yellow onion, carrot, celery, cilantro, seaweed, almonds, and ginger paste on raw spinach for lunch. Then two cracked pepper Triscuits around dinnertime which burned my mouth until some instant apple cider was cool enough to drink. The Alpine brand uses maltodextrin instead of aspartame like the generic and is 15 calories a packet. It lulls in a way water can't. Anyone else hate water, or cold fluids? I've struggled with dehydration long before the daily vomitting, white-tongued, nails flaking at the tip and bruised in pale flecks. My cue for thirst is a sudden inability to produce saliva or swallow. Drinking more, my thumb ring catches the knuckle now. I'm not bloated but not losing weight either: 112.2, 112.8, 112.4...



Making up for the mini-rant ^