It is Palm Sunday. It has been pouring rain all afternoon. I am very bored with food right now. I do not want to think or talk about it. I am worried about how I am going to handle next weekend when I can(if I choose) re-introduce sugar into my world.
Thank you Shel Silverstein for providing a poem which reflects how I feel today.
"I opened my eyes and looked up at the rain, and it dripped in my head and it flowed into my brain, and all that I hear as I lie in my bed is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head."
"I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand--I might overflow, so pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head."
It was a perfect weekend. I am tired. No more thought or discussion.
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