… go out tonight to do the St. Paddy’s thing. Wasn’t feeling very Irish… or at least imbibing like one tonight. I’m confident that many will be kissing the Blarney… or at least bending over one before the night is through. Added to that was the cloud of allergies hanging over me as well as the fact I was just plain tired. I was even invited out but declined. Someone commented that these are signs the end of my wild days are at hand. I prefer to think that my smart days are just blooming.
Instead I elected to stay in. I put on the news in the hopes this would lull me into slumber. Any kind of droning in the background often does it for me. I usually zonk out within 10 minutes. I lay comfortably in bed… but no such luck… not like the news was compelling either.
The entire time as I lay there with images flickering on the screen I was obsessing over crackers with shavings of pepper jack cheese topping them. It could have been worse I suppose… I could have been obsessing over curried crabs.
I had to do something about this. I knew full well this obsession would in fact significantly impede my drift into dreamland. It has happened before. While others are kept awake over taxes or the excitement of going to Legoland… the craving for a certain food often keeps me up. One night I tossed and turned incessantly until the light of dawn… all over glorious and technicolor visions of fried spam on toast. Sad but true.
Yes, as I type this, a generous slab of pepper jack cheese sits next to a box of stone ground crackers… just an easy reach away. Be assured that I have reached… and reached often. As a result the slab of cheese is only half of what it was 10 minutes ago. I will probably pay for my indulgence in the morning but… ahh… I will sleep sweet tonight.
Wait a minute… curried crabs?!!!