Ever had real peanut butter? The kind that separates into peanut oil, and peanut mash? Good stuff. Not as sweet, but definitely compliments jelly quite well.
I’m out of peanut butter.
The thing is, I don’t know how I ran out. I remember, distinctly, purchasing a full plastic jar of Skippy Crunchy reduced fat peanut butter spread. Yet, when I opened up my pantry to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich–it was empty. I don’t remember eating anything having peanut butter in it over the last few months. Yet, before my very eyes was undeniable evidence that I was eating peanut butter somehow. Emptying the jar and then leaving it in my pantry for me to discover months later.
Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?
Eating: Again (About damn time, if you ask me.)
Eating and not getting sick is one of the many things that we all take for granted. We do not know its true value until we have lost it. There are dimensions to eating that you overlook on a daily basis. Textures. How much pressure your gums apply. Do you make noise when you eat it? Smell. Varying levels of each of the flavors. Finally–taste. Which is why it’s important to not eat fast food all the time. It is lacking in dimension.
Anyone want to hit the National Theatre? I hear good things about Contact.
Currently Watching: Angelic Layer
Tiny Robots + Fighting = Good Anime
Bleah. An hour and a half metro ride later, and I still haven’t gotten any errands done that I need to get done. However, I did get some quality anime watching time in. Good to know that I’ve got priorities, right? This is my last week at work at my current job. I don’t know what exactly is going to happen. I’ve got to give back a phone and a pager, that much I know. Other than that, I have no idea what’s going on. Sorta sad, in a way.