Friday, 14 June 2002 | Icing

I. Generally I don't eat until I'm stuffed, candy bars don't appeal to me much anymore, and if I have a snack, usually it's a piece of fruit. But yellow sheet cake, the kind covered in a blanket of the thick white sugar and obligatory flowers? I want all four corners, please, along with that abandoned icing around the rim, and, yeah, go ahead and wipe the knife off on the edge of my plate. Today, at a coworker's baby shower, I ate too much of it, got a sugar high, got a sugar low, and had trouble drinking water, which was suddenly unusually bland.

II. All week I've been trying to cross things off of an impossibly long list. Though I got a lot done, it stopped being fun somewhere around Monday, because I noticed immediately that despite my progress, the list wasn't getting any shorter. So last night I took the night off and went to the movies to see Dogtown and Z-Boys, a documentary about skating. It was a little self-congratulatory, but I enjoyed it, I think because of the way it made me feel more than the way it made me think.