I tried to make baked eggs in avocados for lunch and failed. I didn’t even get to use the avocado tool, because I stabbed the pits with the knife before I realised I had a fancy scooper thing.
If I ever need to make a ton of guacamole, I’m ready.
I am extremely out of sorts today, which I can’t even blame on seeing “Wild at Heart” on the big screen last night, though it was mightily disturbing. I feel like Princeton in “Avenue Q”, searching for my purpose.
I need to finish this degree — being in grad school is like meta-living instead of living — so I can stop thinking so damned much and get on with everything else.