Waffling
I really want to write something more important than this, and I have a lot of what I want to write about in my head, but it would take a long time, and I only have a little time this morning, so I'm going to go with the topic of breakfast.
I want a waffle. I'm not a big fan of waffles, but for the last couple of weeks I've been fiending for a waffle, and apparently this desire isn't going to go away until I have one. Last night I had a dream that my neighbor came over to ask if I'd take him to buy something at the store. He's 11 or 12, and I said no. Then he said that there would be waffles, and I jumped in the car and drove there so fast that I apparently forgot all my clothes. So there I am at Walmart with nothing to cover me but a pillow, trying to cook up some waffles. And it wasn't working. The waffle makers kept opening up, and half of every waffle was burnt while the other half was undercooked. Then we ran out of waffle batter. It was terrible. I woke up grumpy and miserable. Then I realized that it was four in the morning. And that brings me to my next gripe... Time.
I hate Daylight Savings Time. I don't just dislike it, I hate it. In fact, I would very much like to sue somebody over it. Twice a year, we pretend that we humans have some fundamental control over the space-time continuum and we change our clocks back or forth an hour because, um, why again? It makes me sick. Literally. I have a stuffy nose, headache, and other sick-related issues you don't need to know about. Because while the clocks say it's 4am, my body knows it's 5am and time to wake up, so it does. And then my body wants to go to lunch at 11, but the clocks say it's only 10, so no lunch for me. I get off of work at 6 instead of 5 because the clocks are telling me that 6 is 5, regardless of the reality. Then I don't go to sleep until an hour later than I normally do, but I wake up - again - at 4 because my body says it's 5 in the morning. Erf.
And now, I'm going to try to make some waffles. I hope it works this time.
- Zohar S.E.
I want a waffle. I'm not a big fan of waffles, but for the last couple of weeks I've been fiending for a waffle, and apparently this desire isn't going to go away until I have one. Last night I had a dream that my neighbor came over to ask if I'd take him to buy something at the store. He's 11 or 12, and I said no. Then he said that there would be waffles, and I jumped in the car and drove there so fast that I apparently forgot all my clothes. So there I am at Walmart with nothing to cover me but a pillow, trying to cook up some waffles. And it wasn't working. The waffle makers kept opening up, and half of every waffle was burnt while the other half was undercooked. Then we ran out of waffle batter. It was terrible. I woke up grumpy and miserable. Then I realized that it was four in the morning. And that brings me to my next gripe... Time.
I hate Daylight Savings Time. I don't just dislike it, I hate it. In fact, I would very much like to sue somebody over it. Twice a year, we pretend that we humans have some fundamental control over the space-time continuum and we change our clocks back or forth an hour because, um, why again? It makes me sick. Literally. I have a stuffy nose, headache, and other sick-related issues you don't need to know about. Because while the clocks say it's 4am, my body knows it's 5am and time to wake up, so it does. And then my body wants to go to lunch at 11, but the clocks say it's only 10, so no lunch for me. I get off of work at 6 instead of 5 because the clocks are telling me that 6 is 5, regardless of the reality. Then I don't go to sleep until an hour later than I normally do, but I wake up - again - at 4 because my body says it's 5 in the morning. Erf.
And now, I'm going to try to make some waffles. I hope it works this time.
- Zohar S.E.