Suger Cookies

Today, I woke up early. I was faced with the decision to eat, or workout. Ultimately, my stomach was the victor. I opened the fridge to find not enough milk for cereal, so I decided on leftover pizza from last night. I don't think my body appreciated the food I put into my stomach, for it soon punished me with killer heartburn.

I spent most of the day in my pajamas until I found it necessary to be clean. I went to the bank to change my account. I really don't like banks. I think they steal money wherever they can get it. The thing with banks, is right after you put money into the bank, it goes to somebody else. Like the movie, It's a Wonderful Life, with Jimmy Stewart. When the market crashed, he could not give the people the money, because it had gone to everyone else. But, I just got a new job, and decided to upgrade my account. They say free checking. The man I talked to today said "virtually" free checking, which I loved. At least he didn't try to lie to my face.

When I got home, my dad was making sugar cookies. I wanted to help, so I ate the dough. My brother was sitting at the table doing his homework, when we started to get in a playful argument. It ultimately ended in him pressed against the wall while I tried to get the whisk from his iron grasp. It was a battle of "you let go, no you let go!" And for a second, I felt like I was 10 years old. It took me that second to realize that I was the adult, and I was going to be the better person and... tell him that I am an adult and he should listen to me. At that point, he yanked the whisk from my hand while popping my arm. I was very, what's the word, LIVID. I then emptied the dishwasher to vent. My brother stormed outside to finish his homework. My dad just kept making sugar cookies. The mood was very dark. I just kept thinking, "If he were to die today, what would he remember, what would I remember?" I wanted to go out there and apologize, but my stupid pride would not let me sink low just to say sorry. I am very mad at myself for that. I went for a run to clear my head of the chaos. There were sugar cookies waiting when I got back, and it made me smile.