Search engine queries are so random. I don't know if they suggest the existence of a higher power or just a power. I particularly like "pick a blond adult gallery."
I'm happy to report that I have a pasta salad saga to share. Last night there was a reading held at a grad student's house, and it was a potluck dinner sort of thing. At previous readings, the definition of "potluck" had been shamefully bastardized into everyone bringing either not enough food (i.e. a bowl of pudding) or unfulfilling food (pumpkin seeds) or food full of meat. So, in preparation for last night, I made two gigantic pasta salads. I was like, "Everyone will have food! It will be filling and wholesome! They will call me Martha Stewart!" I had to scour all three grocery stores in town to get the ingredients. But the reading didn't last very long, and everyone was being strangely polite by not gorging themselves on free food. Now, the morning after, I have more left over pasta salad than I know what to do with. It has been distributed across four large bowls/containers in my fridge, and I feel strangely stressed out about how to proceed from here. WWMD? (What Would Martha Do?)
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