thefutureandthepast

Because I didn’t sleep. I drank whiskey, and when I drink I can’t sleep. Which is why I don’t usually drink. But it was Thursday, and I thought- what the heck! And drank at a friend’s potluck at five in the afternoon. By eight I was sober. At midnight I couldn’t sleep. At six a.m. I let the dog out to pee and he ran away. At six thirty I found him. At eight I gave up on sleeping and rose to make slaw from grated veggies, clean my room, and watch twenty minutes of Napolean Dynamite, before a friend showed up for breakfast. My friend arrived and showed me how to make “egg pie”, beaten egg and leftover rice in the little castiron. We both took pictures.

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