The well is dry. I have eaten nothing interesting nor have I thought about food in any sort of a penetrating way all day. All I can do is reach my hand into the wet womb of mother inspiration, scrape my paw against the dark sidewalls, form a quenelle of embryonic residue, and serve it on a wordpress sugar cone.
1. I edited a piece last night for meatpaper about sheep slaughter. I’m probably not supposed to share any of it, but I learned about Judas sheep. Look them up. They are fascinating.
2. The catfish larb at Thai House Express is not, contrary to many reviews on Yelp, awesome. It’s only okay.
3. I made myself an egg costume today. Then everybody rained on my egg parade, including Dozer who said that Gwen Stefani is already going as an egg. Well, gee willickers, I sure hope I don’t run into Gwen tonight. That would be embarrassing.
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