Ok so like I said the chick in the movie took on some project so she had something to write about every day. I DEFINITELY can't work my way through a cookbook. Ugh... GROSS! I recently made muffins for a friend of mine for his birthday. Muffins from a mix, no less. They were tiny, burnt and just wrong. They were ridiculed for the entire day. We began to call them "blackened mini muffins" at some point. But hey, I tried. I got up early and did something for a friend. Sure that friend wishes I hadn't but still... I tried. Another friend still talks about my famous tuna casserole with goldfish crackers. I wasn't good at finding things in the grocery store and made some bad substitutions. But I digress.
My point here is... I think I quit keeping a journal because I ran out of things to say. I am hoping eventually it will all come back to me. The ability to write, think deep weird thoughts, entertain people. It seems like I used to be able to do that. Where did it go? We'll see if I have anything tomorrow.
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