Yesterday, I restructured the basement by moving boxes and trunks and suitcases around in the storage area until I was exhausted. Then I went out and bought heavy things like a desk chair and chairmat and a room air filter and a ton of groceries, walking around for hours comparison-shopping and lugging things until I was exhausted. Then I brought it all home: It took four trips to get it all from the car into the house, through several inches of built-up snow around the back alley, and when I was done, I was exhausted.

I also didn't eat anything until 3 p.m., because nothing in the house appealed to me at all. So I was mildly light-headed through all of this, and my body kept threatening to give out on me altogether.

The whole day, I had the words "Test body to failure" running through my head, intermittently to the tune of "Find Your Grail" from Spamalot:

When you shop
Til you drop
And you lug crap til you stop
Just don't stop
Do not bail
Test to fail
Test to fail.

I'm-a feelin': amused

When Cass and I have the final bitter fight that destroys our relationship forever, it'll be over the first question here. Corn-tortilla-loving weirdo.

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Tortillas.

Salsa.

Still salsa.

Beans.

Spicy.

Mexican food in general.

I'm-a feelin': bored