It was funny. Yesterday at work when I found myself alone amongst shelves of boxed Guardinara and alphabetized spices (thanks to me) I didn't find my mind going off into directions that I didn't want it to go. Well, I guess it did, but it didn't make me feel as bad as it used to. I was much more content to start drumming on a soggy box of chili base or vinegar.

I guess that's a lie, because every once and awhile I can make myself feel ugly stomach ball if I concentrate hard enough.