And A Delicious Apple It Was...

I'm sitting at my desk right now, and I'm really struggling to find something to say, or rather, to find a way to say anything. It's not that things aren't on my mind, or that nothing happened to me today... I just can't get the damn ball rolling.

I was going to write, "and now I'm going to get my knife and cut this apple and eat it," but Ican't find the knife. Damn it. I really want this apple. Found it! Backpack. Always carry it with me.

Damn this is a good apple.

I've been eating a ridiculous amount of vegetables ever since I got back. I completely forgot how excellent they are. Back home, Roberto's isn't really veggie heavy (although there is lettuce on top of my chimichanga, and no... avacado is not a vegetable), so I guess my body is dying for actual nutrition. I wish I could eat more fruit. I just don't like any of it here except for the apples from Bruin Cafe. I think I'm going to go to the Farmer's Market tomorrow... yum. Free fruit. Ok, not all of it. I can get something when I'm there though -- come on, I'm cute... well, cute enough, but that's all that really matters.

I should probably go read now. Cells. Cool!