Rage, rage...

It all makes sense now and I don't like it at all. I mentioned to my mother that I may be developing a banana allergy and she pointed out that it may be a sign of a tendency to develop latex sensitivities and, dammit, it makes sense. I'll live in denial and see what happens. Under no circumstances will I go to a doctor.

Convinced somebody to make banana bread for me last night, but somebody else ate all but one of the bananas. We tried to make it go anyways, but it just wasn't enough banana. It was vaguely banana-flavored bread instead of banana bread. Oh snap!

Off, off we go into the gaping abyss of the future, clothed like lilies and falling like sparrows.