7:12 p.m. - Wednesday, Oct. 22, 2003
Yeah, I'm tired. But I do love being able to step out to the shed and grab a quart of delicious, home-made, NO SALT ADDED chicken stock when I want to make some soup.
And I make soup all the time, since I bought this wonderful cookbook called "1001 Low-Fat Soups and Stews" with all kinds of delicious recipes (and some not-so-delicious, but the dogs liked 'em). So I guess it's worth it.
And then I went into a diarists' forum and composed some lengthy remarks (when I say lengthy, I mean more than one paragraph, because writing is for me a slow and painful process, especially writing in French), and writing always tires me out.
So here I am writing some more, in order to be even more tired.
But I'm too friggin' tired to go to bed.
Ever notice how tiring it is to brush your teeth and take a bath? And to think I have to do it EVERY NIGHT for the rest of my life. It's enough to make me want to kill myself.