One Day

The talk still hasn't happened. It's supposed to very soon. And of course, everything has evaporated from the inside of my head and I'm sure I'm going to mess everything up. Not that it isn't messed up already. I know there was something about my health in there somewhere, and something about limbo too. But what's missing is the point, which I haven't forgotten, I just can't remember how to articulate it. This blows. I'm nervous. And I hate being nervious.

I wanted to make cookies eariler today, but I don't have any eggs. I really needed something sweet. If it's not the eggs, it's the milk or the butter or vegetable oil or shortening or some stupid ingredient that will most likely spoil because I don't make cookies every day and there's nothing else to make with it or I don't feel like cooking for a few days or something. So I'm stuck with no cookies. I was going to make oatmeal cookies. I'm almost out of soda, too. Maybe I'll go to the grocery store tomorrow.

So now I'm watching Groundhog Day, an existentialist film if there ever was one, and wondering what I would do with one day if that was all I had for the rest of my life. I'm going to have to think on this one. But I know I wouldn't want it to be this day.