today

at the organic grocery, a man with whom a conversation emerged by chance told me how to tell chanterelles from the only other mushroom in this area that looks like them. (he pointed out that it's a good idea to just bring a chanterelle with you, so you can compare them, as well. believe it or not, this would never have occurred to me. duh.) if i could make myself give a shit about anything at all, and my knees weren't so inflamed, i'd -- but. well. i don't give a shit about anything, and my knees are inflamed.

i hope anise (in plant form) isn't bad for cats, because Daddy-O just horked some up on the rug. that'll teach me to leave groceries unattended for five minutes.

my apartment is still clean.

it's been 36 days since i last spent time with a friend.

what to eat for dinner? hmmmm.