Oh man, what a weird craving last night. I went to some corner stores then hiked over to Safeway for Dreyer’s. I didn’t want the rich kind of ice cream, just the kind of watery milky kind from ye olde times. It felt great. Going through housing purchase makes you so anxious, and recovering from food poisoning (evil French restaurant!) last Wednesday still, makes sparkling water and ice cream seem like the Balm of Gilead. Booboo is kind of achey.