Semi-Daily Scribbles

…and on top of it, with my habits and prejudices and all, can anyone tell me why i must have variety in my life?? i hate choices. oh, horrible, horrible situation. my own damn fault to need more of something i don't want. what was it i wanted anyway…??? this is why a personal assistant would be helpful…

So went the internal dialogue that spiraled, and popped, and floated to the top of Hilda's muddled mind. She wondered if it was possible to cork the leftover thoughts which made easy things hard; things like how to read the menu at Waffle House.

CHEESE GRITS!

The easy flow of wine over at old Hilda's probably didn't help. She would need more than 28 days to clear up the fungus between her ears.