CANDY
Incontrovertible evidence that I am stressed: burning need for candy. One would think that the mutiple demands on my brain these days would drive me to drink, but that usually only happens when stress is combined with hard-boiled detective fiction, and I'm currently abstaining from those books these days. So last night made an 8:30 run to the BulkBarn. Coke bottles (gummies, not caps). Gummy Bears. Swedish Berries. and to round it out, Doritoringolopretzelcornchip "party mix." Party, indeed. Didn't gobble it all down, though. The sweet stench out of the candy bins kinda put me off, but it seemed too late to put it all back once it was in the bag and was stuck with the loot. Thought about writing up this lame tale in a Christina Rosetti "Goblin Market" style, but there were no lesbians/sisters/lesbian sisters at the BulkBarn yesterday (at least I was none of the above).