grocery shopping yesterday wasn't the food buying extravaganza i thought it would be. i only spent $21. i just didn't know what to buy. i ended up only with eggs, milk, a stuffed salmon something or other, and a vegetarian steak with mushroom ickiness. everytime i picked something up, i realized that i no longer remember any recipes to use that item, so i got nothing that would require me to be imaginative and creative, until i can get some cookbooks (to avoid being imaginative and creative).

i did, however, inadvertently choose what has to be the queerest supermarket in tulsa. i'm certain that, had a fire started in the store and everyone was forced to run out to the parking lot, only the lack of a large rainbow flag and two dozen lesbians on Harleys would have distinguished us from a Pride parade.

after leaving the supermarket, i drove to Borders, thinking to pick up a couple of books to help me remember how to cook. instead of cookbooks, though, i took home one of the booksellers. after a quick hour, i politely showed him the door, saying mechanically and unconvincingly that, yes, indeed, i would call him sometime, and remembering idly that if i had some pasta, parmesan, and parsley, i could make fettuccine alfredo.