Almost mystery gas

I am rather melting hot right now. It’s coz of the stupid socsk I’m wearing. But my feet are drowned in moisturiser, so it’s either be hot with socks, or walk around barefoot and make the floor all gross and get dirt bits all over my feet. It’s near impossible to keep this floor clean. I sweep, well, and as I’m putting everything away I can feel I am still walking around on dirt. Which really really sucks.

Today I have been exhausted. Must’ve not slept well, on account of getting freaked out right before sleep while on a walk in the dark to the bathroom. Looked like a camera flash.. if the camera was in the room with me. Which it wasn’t. I checked. Was still freaky. So I’ve been having trouble staying awake, so matter what I did. Except when I was laying in bed reading. Then I felt fine and wide awake and all that. Which is just crazy.

Barb called me today, invited me downstairs to get some more zucchini. I should get a picture of them, they are huge! And they were the small ones. I swear some of them were bigger than Jake’s lower leg. Massive freaks. So now we have to make a lot of things to put them in. Barb lent me a recipe book so I could have a recipe for zucchini bread.  Can’t decide if I will take that recipe or just use one I found on the internets… the book one involves going out and buying orange extract and zesting a lemon, whereas the internet one does not. I’ve never had zucchini bread (that I remember anyway) so I don’t even know if I will like it. But it has to be made, the bag of things was so heavy I was tired just walking the 10 steps outside and 14 steps upward to the kitchen.  Way heavy.

At midday, before bedtime reading, I was wishing there was an NCIS marathon on today coz I felt like watching one. Guess what started at 3pm? Yeah. So that was freakin awesome. Almost as awesome as the fact that I have an awesome husband who cleans the toilet so I don’t have to. That’s just too gross a job for me. I really married the best man in the world.

I think I’m gonna go read more. At least in bed, I don’t need to wear socks. Where am I going to walk to when there?

title: I keep getting weirded out by my burps today. They taste like indian food. Which is weird, because I haven’t had indian for about 2 years. Except for the 3 grains of rice try of Jake’s leftovers from last night’s meal that he used a tiny bit of indian sauce on. Man it smells good. And tastes good. And therefore is good. And makes things not so mysterious.