The Vanilla Phenomenon

Newest acquisition is a sleeping bag from military surplus store on the corner -- am quite pleased with it. Is small and light and olive green. Similar to Junior Ranger, maybe. Wanted to wait to buy one in London before heading to Helene's house and buy some cunning and uniquely hip nepali sleeping mat or something in Camden Markets. Predictable paranoia set in and so decided best be wise (and thrifty) and have a definite item to sleep on for the weekend instead of being forced by foolishness to sleep under towel. :)

My parents' sweet neighbors sent me a lovely Christmas package today of cornbread mix, spiced cider mix and homemade CANDY. think upset tummy eating too many chocolate covered peanuts too quickly.

Also, am slightly alarmed by Paul's news of earthquake yesterday in Louisiana... WHAT?

Manic cleaning (because I am just like that, not because live in unclean manner) in preparation for Rauschenbach visit. And because am weary of phonology and grammar. House smells LOVELY, like Lily of Valley according to label on Glade dusting bottle! If didn't suspect it would burn, i might snort it, it smells so good.

However, this would probably end similarly to the Childhood Vanilla Phenomenon: you are just so convinced that nothing that smells so delectable could ever taste vile and that your mama is lying to you to keep you out of the secret Grown-up Vanilla-Gluttony Society... and then you taste it when she finally lets you (with her arched eyebrow and a slight and ever-so-expectant smirk). And it really is rawther unpleasant.

Sad realization of the tragedy and delusion of life at such a tender age.

Now have depressed self. Must clean :)