Morning Meanderings

[tinhuvielartanis]

I dreamt of murder last night. I dreamt that I watched a cow get slaughtered then I began to cut the fat off the liver, making the comment that the cow wouldn't have survived for very much longer because it had a fatty liver. It was disgusting how much fat I sloughed off the large organ. I then began to cut the liver into small slices for sale. It was one of those dreams where I could feel and smell everything. Working in a slaughterhouse is something I would never...could never...do. Now, I wouldn't have any qualms about eating my fellow survivors after a plane crash in the Andes, but killing a cow was just disturbing.

Today consists of taking Aunt Tudi to the doctor, then a trip to Wal-Mart. I think I'd rather kill a cow than go to Wal-Mart, but what must be done...must be done. Maybe I'll collect some fodder about which to write while I'm there. There are so many times I'll leave that hellhole with notes written all over my hands. I'm like the illustrated woman. With school about to start and the kids out of their minds trying to get supplies, I'm betting I'll find something rancid to write about.

I'll also be mailing the flyers off to booraven22 and some to the Mother Unit. I'm curious to know how effective this advertising campaign will be. Hopefully, it will be wildly successful and Cadmus Pariah will become a terrifying household name around the globe and on the moon.

Breakfast = two pieces of toast with apple butter. Yum.

Comments

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

I rarely eat beef for that reason in particular. I'm not a Vegan, but I'm as close to being a vegetarian as I can be, preferring beans and potatoes and such. It's my contention that, if people had to kill for their own meat, there would be more vegetarians on the planet. Then again, I imagine plants screaming for their lives when harvest season comes along. Sick puppy, that I am.