So, apparently its national dog and sandwich month. I don't know a lot about dogs or sandwiches above the surface level despite having three and (formerly) working at Schlotzsky's. That said, I checked out Dog Man: A Tale of Two Kitties by Dav Pilkey and Sandwich'd, my life between the breads by Peter Roseman. I checked out more books like a vegetarian/vegan sandwich book and a book about these two school girls entering high school and the tall shy one has a crush on Sugimoto and Sugimoto decides to date the tall one but is never really interested in her and really just uses her as a prop/plaything, uh yeah, books. I checked out some books.
The library also has a yoga thing going on every Wednesday so I'm going to try to make it out there next time. I already told the nice librarian I would so I must keep my word. I told Kaitlyn I wanted to participate in more public stuff (specifically for June) and I think this would be just the thing to get me in the swing of things.
I'm making decent headway in the sandwich book but omg this is so embarrassing but the way he describes the flavors and ingredients, I don't know how to type this out but oh god. Like, I legit got hard reading about this italian club. Like, this has never happened before but I thought about that sandwich with such an intense feeling of yearning that it just happened. I know I'm a practicing vegan but fuck me man I need, need, NEED to try that sandwich.
Other details of the sandwich book made me think back to that time Mr. Logan, my old english teacher, shared with me half of his sandwich. The sandwich was quite big too. There was a nice hummus spread, plenty of sprouts and greens, I think olives, a few onions for warmth, and it was all held together by a hero. I was shocked to learn there wasnt any meat and more shocked to find out Mr. Logan was a vegertarian. I was just in ninth grade at the time so I wasn't used to seeing vegetarians that weren't scrawny or a hippy or both (usually both). I regret not asking him why he was a vegetarian. He definetly had a revulsion to meat when depicted in a movie like Lord of the Flies. I didn't quite get it and still don't get it, yet sometimes I do. I mean, when I see a ham sandwich or a corn dog, sometimes I think about the effort/length done to turn the familiar into the unfamiliar. Could you look at a wiener and associate it with something formerly living? It's true, it used to live, but it doesn't look that way or feel that way with the lack of features and blood. Its all so pink and shiny. Its so far removed from what it once was that people are privillaged enough to never have to think about it. Sometimes I do. I am not at Mr. Logan's level of revulsion yet.
I got into a pretty heated argument last night. I don't do that often but it happened. I'm doing okay now, my exercises/practices are helping but that was intense. I can't remember the last time I got emotional in an argument but it came out in this one. I'll be okay.
Tomorrow is the concert with the fanart. I have the sketch done, I just need to apply some watercolor to it. I think I have found the perfect balance between too much and too little effort for free art.
Sunday is platelet day. I've considered walking from my house to the donation center. It's a few miles away but it'll do wonders for my health if I can lock in.
I previously mentioned my gratitude journal and Misery Index and I have decided that it would be cool to add it to this site so be expecting that soon. I just have to figure out how to code a whole new art section.