Insomniac

Can't sleep. Clown will eat me.

Sometimes I just... don't sleep all night. This was one of those nights. Don't know why.

Bah. Sleep is for the weak. At least the clown didn't eat me.

Not always the enemy

It occurs to me that my efforts in learning to cook are good for helping me deal with my issues with food. And not only in the obvious way of being able to control what goes into what I eat so I feel better about it. Even more importantly, it reminds me that food is beautiful, instead of being the enemy.