something happened this week that has never happened in the history of this whole year--
maybe even ever [but i hate to say that because i can't really remember much past fifth grade]: i had an experience that was awful but also kind of funny, but i was so grouchy about it that i couldn't bring myself to write it down.
you may wonder what, exactly, the big deal is.
it's because i'm one of those people. you know?
an experience is not an experience until i've shared it with someone else--in great detail--and gotten a satisfying reaction.
[that's why i have this fancy little chunk of internet. but the point is not that.]
the point is that i can't remember a time where i've been so grouchy about something that i couldn't even put it into words, and then yesterday this thing happened and i just ran home and sat on the couch and pouted and ate a muffin with cheese melted on it and i heated the cheese too hot and it burned my tongue and then barclay came home and i asked him what he wanted for supper and he said "how about a hamburger?" and i said "how about a muffin with cheese on it?" because i was clearly too grouchy to make a hamburger.
i need to go get a drink of water. i'll finish this later.