do you think it's right that i ate two giant gingersnap cookies for supper? do you think it's proper that i brought home a bag of cookies, squares and loaves? no, no neither do i. i'm a wrong doer, that's blatantly clear.

the thing about long illicit naps: you know you shouldn't but you do it anyways and almost nothing can convince you to wake up and yet when you do wake up you feel like someone should have woken you up. also you get up just long enough to kick your noisy paper scratching cat out and then feel a pang when you get up three hours later when you open your bedroom door and said cat and his sister are waiting patiently for you outside said door.

yesterday the taping on my foot was unbearable. my foot was so hot and the tape pulled and burned. when doctor pod drew the lines for me to slit open if it got too tight, i smugly thought to myself "ha, i won't need those, dr. pod! you're wasting your time pal!" wednesday afternoon i saw clearly the cockiness of that moment and i humbly, tenderly cut along the lines. when the last line was cut, a blister revealed itself just along the top line of tape. vicious. vicious makes me think of viscous. and what follows is that lava is often viscous but not always.

back to the taped leg appendage. i was supposed to shower with a bag on my foot. but the thing is, i was showering at the gym and i wasn't about to walk around clad in towel and garbage bag stump. so what i did was peel off the already very loose by the heel tape, shower and then un-peel it back on if you will. it worked great. the ballerina pad, as i like to call it, is quite helpful.

and that as they say, is that.