13,236 Days Alive
I have a love of oatmeal cream pies that defies explanation. I hate oatmeal, on the whole. The texture, the smell, whatever. But oatmeal cream pies? Yum!
I had one today, in the post-panic attack energy crash. It kinda helped, but I also ate real food with it.
I don’t want to talk about why.
In fact, I just want to go crochet. I’m going to do that.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 