My Candy Temper
A metaphor for my temper as a candy would be the lowly red-hot. I dislike red-hots. They taste icky to me. The only good thing about a red-hot is that you can swallow it, and the taste will go away soon after. Unless you chew it, a red-hot is a teeny nuisance. But if you make it into a poultice, inbetween your molars, there's no turning back. You will experience a bothersome lingering taste. You may have to spit it out! My temper is not an "Atomic Fireball" too intense. If only I could reach the zen of a "Milky Way" or let go like a "Snickers."

Some days are fine, but this one was so-so. I don't want fried rice with mushrooms for dinner. I wish Liz could cook. Grandpa is supposed to go home on Thursday. I'm having deja vu writing about all this. A dream in space. Alexis and I went to a body-flow class - it made me feel relaxed and benevolent towards humans.