Of how pasta is worse than wine in some ways, the cone of shame, and a midnight snack.

  1. Wheat hangover.
  2. I swear when I look at the food bowl. I forgot she wasn’t supposed to eat after 6pm. No one’s in when I call the office, so I’ll have to take my chances.
  3. A solitary construction worker gazing out over the edge of the escarpment onto the hazy city below.
  4. Are you remembering or imagining?
  5. I’m on the verge of panic by the time dinner rolls around. Too much conflict, too many needs, too little time, too little me.
  6. The cone of shame degrades us all.
  7. He reminds me I said the same thing four years ago: too selfish. He reminds me that I chose love over fear. He reminds me I have a choice this time, too.
  8. Four hours of conflicting emotions. I try to explain but never make myself clear. Tears I can’t entirely blame on hormones.
  9. Genoa salami on white with butter.
  10. These late nights are killing me.

Author: Ellie

Uppity stardust. Will eat (almost) anything.

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