Oh, Double Cheeseburger

I've been thinking lately that maybe I'm anemic, but that thought has been tossed around with other gems like Maybe I'll move to Boston, or I should enter the school's writing contest - so you can see first that I have no prolonged attention span, and second, my thoughts are so flighty and grand and varied all at once and together, that it's really hard to trust anything I think.

But I can't ignore that I take several naps a day just to make it all the way through, and that I eat hardly any red meat, ever. And when I do, like tonight, my body seems to rebel.

"Nooo, what's this!" it screams. "You're treating me too well! I don't want it. And I don't want you to have nice things," and then it proceeds to do something like throw up the meal that I splurged on, or make me wish I could figure out a way to divorce mind and matter.

The more important thing, though, is that I really should enter that writing contest and win, because there's a cash prize involved - that I can actually claim this time.