A few items...

I miss broccoli.

My newest story concluded Sunday evening. I could not stop myself from staying up late to write. It ended surprisingly quickly. I surprised myself how it wrapped up so easily. Now I feel this strange yet massive sense of accomplishment that matters not at all in the world. I wrote this story. I did this thing. Why isn't the world different now? Why don't people walk up to me on the street and congratulate me? How big can my ego get?!? The universe ignoring me, however, doesn't stop me from wanting to immediately share the story with everyone. Thankfully I can trust a few people to actually read it and offer feedback.

Is there any vegetable that would pass a taste-test in pudding form? (this question does not apply to Randy).