Today has been weird. Emotionally at least.
The day is not over yet and my OCD-ism's been kicking up a fuss since this morning. I woke up happy but very soon I started feeling disgruntled. So much so that I cut my toe nails, took off the nail polish and started tweezing my eyebrows. I usually get it done with hair removal cream. And washed my hair again. Last time I did was yesterday. I feel good when I scrub away the grime and slime. Just like plucking my eyebrows put me in a good mood.
For lunch - 40 mins ago, after 5pm - I had toasts and a cuppa. While buttering the yummy toasts my mind wandered to the day I ate blackberry jam for the first time. I was visiting my uncle in Wembley, London way back in 1995 and I remember him buying all kinda goodies 'for the kids'. That memory is so fresh in my mind you'd think it happened yesterday!
The taste of the jam...the smell...how my palate rejected it at first and then warmed up to it...the slight tangy aftertaste that lingers....if my memory serves me correct, I haven't eaten blackberry jam after that holiday by my uncle's. And today of all days, the taste of the jam is haunting me. The craving for jam is haunting me now. Like pregnant women.
I need jam else I'll die!
