Into week 2 of the
ginkgo regimen. Four weeks is awfully gradual... how will I know if this crap is really doing anything for me, without a
rush, a spike? I realize the big
rainbow bruise on my inner forearm comes from how I carry two full laundry baskets under one arm. (Note to self: stop doing that.) Laundromat: bedding and whites. Bradlees: 2 casual shirts. Groceries: broccoli & peppers to
stir-fry for dinner. Liquor store: a six of
Bodean's Twisted Tea malt beverage. It's weird, not bad, like a very dilute, slightly sparkly
whiskey. I learn that my flatmate's parakeet's vomiting behavior is related to mating:
momma birds regurgitate predigested food for their young, and apparently the male will do the same for his mate.
Get a room, I don't need to see this; and NO, you can't perch on my shoulder after you get predigested food all over your head!
Evening: watch
Evil Dead.