Good... And Good for You

i have found that i can internalize, compartmentalize and even sometimes utilize stress but eventually it finds a way out of my brain and, if i'm lucky, the stress leaks out in insignificant ways that don't actually affect my mental well-being. what i'm saying is... i've discovered, like, ten 4-month sized grey hairs in the past week. don't worry, i feel fine. my hair's jumping on the stress grenade for me. i'm going to go make an appointment at the hair salon now. well, not "now" now. because it's 12:30 in the morning. but you get the point. ... leave me alone.

on christmas eve, my family had the ever-coveted "breakfast for dinner" dinner. it was fantastic. belgian waffles and this breakfasty casserole thing with eggs and hashbrowns and turkey bacon all mixed together and it was amazing. we were all feasting when mobro (i don't actually call him this but there's just no way i'm going to type " mo hammad, my bro ther-in-law" thirty-seven times. i'd get carpal tunnel syndrome.) got really excited all of a sudden and said, "look at all this tadich!" and then scraped the burnt edges of the casserole onto his plate. and ate it. showing incredible deference to cultures not my own, i asked, "what the crap are you doing?" and what the crap was he doing? well, i tell you. you see, there's this persian dish called tadich. and basically, it's the burnt rice that gets stuck to the bottom of the pot when you cook it. if you live in america, land of affluence and quarterpounders, you throw ...