Today is Cesar Chavez holiday. Yeah, yeah, what the hell is that? That’s not a real holiday. Blah blah. Haters. I spent a large part of the day watching a new favorite sit-com from the beginning: “How I Met Your Mother.” It’s quirky, smart, and hilarious! I *think* I may relate to this show better than I Did “Friends”! I mean, “Friends” was the love of my life for years, but it is a little removed from my personal reality. The cast of “How I Met Your Mother” reminds me of myself and my friends. Except for the daily bar hangout thing. I find myself constantly laughing aloud watching the show.

I also baked chocolate chip cookies, drank a ton of peppermint and ginger tea, and ate raw cookie dough. I love soft cookies. Crunchy cookies and their flying crumbs — don’t get the appeal. Random thought: I don’t remember what brought on this conversation in college, but part of it went something like this…
Me: Why not?!
Johnny: Because! It came out of a chicken’s BUTT!
Me: But athletes drink it raw ALL THE TIME.
Johnny: No. Just…PROMISE me you’re not gonna ingest any more raw eggs.
Me: Okay, okay.

Excuse me while I run into the kitchen again to eat more raw cookie dough straight out of the Tollhouse bucket. Yom, yom. (< -- is that an Asian thing?) I have to admit I'm not very concerned about salmonella poisoning. If it hits and I get diarrhea for a couple of days, I'll make sure to drink water so I don't dehydrate. I'm sure I'll survive it, and probably lose a few pounds in the process. Another large part of the day was spent reconnecting with a high school teacher via online chat. THAT was fun. "I've always thought you were rather pragmatic," he told me. "I'm glad to see that you still are." *I'm* just glad he's still complimentary after I gave him hell for writing the ONLY mean comment I've ever received on an essay. "This is such BS I can't believe an honor student wrote it!" Well, what the hell answer WERE you looking for when you had us write an essay answering the question of what the sound of one hand clapping is?! Stupid koans. But at least he admitted I should've gotten a higher grade than what I received, and offered to change my grade retroactively. Of course this new grading opinion is based on what *I* told him I wrote on my essay, since I have a better memory. *smacking my mouth* Hmm. I think this particular brand of raw cookie dough tastes slightly alcoholy. PMS is a bitch. Speaking of PMS cravings, my body's been demanding seafood recently. The healthiest way I know to eat it is raw, so here's a picture from my & Dwaine's outing Friday evening at Taps Fish House & Brewery:
Dwaine thought my raw oysters were gross. He wondered how anyone could possibly find them aphrodiastic (I may have made up a word). He asked if I’ve ever felt “something” while I was consuming them. With my mouth full of oyster, I answered him honestly. No. I just wanted them because PMS says I need raw seafood. “See, now you’re mistaking me for one of your girl friends again,” he protested. As I took more photos of the food, he suddenly started laughing. “Nice restaurant for dinner, candlelight, raw oysters…this totally looks like the setup for something else, but instead it’s YOU.” It was pretty funny because of the company.

Here’s a random photo I took last week when I was by myself in a local mall. I want him.

Siberian husky puppy therapy, I call it. He’d probably eat Dodo, though.