The merest mask of gloom

I was going to say something, but, being that I am in kind of a mood tonight, I think it's better that I go find some worn Robert Frost verses (Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.) and soak up some of his legitimate and authentic despondency rather than rant about my own trivial issues. I actually think it's the pie. I ate too much tonight and now my blood sugar is off and it's making me crazy. As soon as I post this, the remains of both pies are going in the trash. As guilty as that will make me feel, it will be better to get rid of them and have it over with, rather than give in to temptation over and over again for the next week as I pick away at them knowing that I shouldn't be. Stupid pastry-induced self-loathing.

And speaking of crazy, I considered buying a Roomba today, for two reasons: First of all, because I really do heart robots, and second but most importantly, I opposite-of-heart vacuuming, and Daisy is a mess making machine. Today I also discovered that they still make chunky applesauce. Who in their right mind would ever buy chunky applesauce, let alone want to eat it?