Valamity!

1. I eventually stumble out of bed and make my way to the Great Downstairs, where I’m greeted by this rhythmically groaning lump blanketed on the couch. It turns out that it’s my dad, who somewhat foolishly ate some rancid white fish salad that had been sitting in his car for a day last night. [...]

I don’t particularly know why I decided that I wanted to go to a bakery. Sometimes, the mind just becomes bitten–nay, smitten–with a sudden desire for a taste or sensation, and the thought of my teeth tearing at some warm, wholesome bread just seemed good and right in the sense that most people reserve for [...]