A Heavy Bucket Is a Bucket Full of Dreams

I'm pretty sure that I've mentioned my abstainment from cookies for Lent, but if not, I just did. Two nights ago, I actually had a dream where I was eating cookies, and halfway through the dream, my dream-self realized this and had an "aw fuck" moment. When I go to grocery stores, I have to constantly remind myself NOT to get cookies. I'll seriously find myself looking at a box of some new cookie and thinking, "Damn, that looks delicious. I'll grab a box and- SHIT! Almost blew it there!"

I'm not even an obsessive cookie eater or anything. I'll buy a pack of cookies ocassionally and devour them over the course of two weeks. But I'll be damned... the second I "gave them up", I began to go crazy for them. Hell, I'm even hankering for things that have cookies in them. Such as the Oreo Mint blizzard at Dairy Queen. Those commercials are plain cruel. The blizzard sitting there... open and vulnerable... going to absolute waste with heaps of Oreo just exploding out of the top of it like some sort of crazy cookie-mint orgy was occuring inside the cup.

Speaking of orgies, what the fuck is up with the pollen this year? My car looks like it was vomitted upon by Mother Nature. Splotches of yellow-green pollen are all over the damn place, and while my allergies aren't acting up to a significant degree, my ears do feel like they need to be popped constantly.

Interestingly enough, my Google image search for "vomit" brought me this picture. Fair enough.