Saladfield Wounds

Honestly, what is with me and salads these days?

It’s kind of like Jenna Marbles and her soups, me and my salads. Making them, posting about them, and eating them. My innards are probably just lettuce leaves right now. Only, in the last few days, I’ve punctured my skin several times and now sport two lovely bandaged fingers from them. And I barely even touched a sharp knife; my Sharper Image veggie guillotine thing has some sharp blades which, oddly, I keep forgetting about, despite the machine being able to slice through an entire cucumber in one press, and, you know…it’s called The Sharper Image. You don’t get those kinds of injuries from cookies.

And speaking of cookies, despite being on this salad-binge diet, I had one on Sunday at Hubbard Avenue Diner – a yummy, gooey, freshly-baked chocolate chip cookie. I also had chocolate chips, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a packet or two of fruit snacks, some Lindt chocolates, and an almond croissant from Colectivo, where I sat and finished 2 books this afternoon. Even so, I’ve managed to lose a little weight this week, so…progress? Maybe? I don’t know, and I can’t be too hopeful, but it’s something.

And now, to see if my bandaged fingers can manipulate the remote because it’s tough to type with them.

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