So, yeah. minor background info, i've had some sort of stomach plague all week, and have, at the time of the situation discribed below, had two full meals in four days (i've now had three. woo!). This started out as me telling Mynona about Grace's eye acting up again, then i side tracked myself. Still, i kind of like where it went in the end. Garner says (10:03 PM): we had to go up to hospital today, grace's eye's acting up again Garner says (10:04 PM): by the time the appointment was done with, it was about 4pm, and i couldn't remember if i'd eaten anything yet today or not but i had held michael and carried him around, straining my already overstrained shoulder even more, so that probably cancelled out not eating. wait, do i mean cancelled out? no, made things worse. Garner says (10:05 PM): so after grace got some horrible sort of sandwhich from the hospital cafeteria and could take michael back, i decided to try my luck at the cafeteria i saw they had some muffins that didn't look like the crappy muffins they usually had. these looked like actual, edible, yummy muffins and i love muffins. Garner says (10:06 PM): all too often i buy a muffin and it's some horrible sort of stodge that doesn't taste particularly good when i eat it, but it makes up for it by lingering around in my mouth and stomach so that i taste the artificial blueberry flavouring for hours afterwards anyway wait, do i mean makes up for it? no... no i don't Garner says (10:07 PM): but these looked like good muffins. so i got in line. someone ahead of me in line got up to the counter. she spoke to the clerk, the clerk produced a box and began filling the box with the lovely, lovely muffins. a little piece of me died inside. there i was, finally having an appetite and miraculously seeing something i would dearly love to eat, and this bitch stole it out from under me. Garner says (10:08 PM): then i noticed the other muffins. one was chocolate (ew), one was something that looked like the italian word for either 'a pastrami sandwhich on rye with garlic and onion', or 'a device used by the inquisition to turn heretical monks into heretical nuns'. i didn't care for that option either. the third remaining muffin option was 'cherry pie with custard' Garner says (10:09 PM): this is not, i'll have you know, a common muffin variety. still, my heart was set on a muffin. so i resolved myself to order this cherry pie muffin and, with god's mercy, enjoy it if it were possible to do so. Garner says (10:10 PM): then the girl at the counter spoke again. the clerk produced another box and moved over to the remaining muffins. horror! horror!! but she filled it with chocolate. relief! but wait, the girl gestures again. oh please, oh please be the castrati muffins, please oh sweet lord, on this the eve of the anniversary of the day we celebrate your possible birth based on some calendar that was invented over Garner says (10:11 PM): a mellinia and a half after you're supposed to have lived, please let her be asking for the castrati muffins. no. gone were all the cherry pie muffins, gone to that cunting whore of a woman ahead of me in line. tragedy.