Living with half the cookie eaten

When you have eaten half the cookie, do you savor every morsel of whats left of mindlessly continue chewing only noticing when there is nothing left to chew. If my life were cookies i would have a lot of half eaten cookies. This week for example is half way over. My time at my job is more than half way over (Lord willing). Age 23 has been more than half eaten. 2006 is only a few tasty morsels left and here i am chewing away not at all thinking about what i am chewing on.

Chocolate Chip. Oatmeal Raisin. Snickerdoodle. Let me savor these fine flavors.

On another note, as one who writes, puts words to feelings and observations I am feeling at a loss of words. The space between my feet, my tooth, my brain, my mouth and you are insurmountable. I was trying on Running shoes at Lady footlocker trying to finally buy a pair after years of wearing other people's hand me downs, and my two roomates and the knowledgable sales woman ask, "How does it feel?" The answers i came up with were "funny" or "okay". I couldnt tell discomfort from comfort. Am I too easily satisfied? Does this show freakin fit? Is what i find comfortable really good for my foot. Lady Footlocker is not really the place to philosophize and yet, i was walking around the store wondering how to put words to the way my foot felt. What am I looking for? My foot began to feel like a foreign object attached to my leg and words were failing me. I decided my feet felt happiest in the New Balance some number shoe. I hope that is because they are really happy and not because i was tired of trying on shoes and trying to explain myself.

Then again this dispicable predicment happened as i was at the endodontist. Where does it hurt? How does it feel? After x-rays and prodding and listening to me trying to describe this pain of a tooth. The endodontist sent me home, with a note for my destist that basically said. No problem here. Frustrating.

And then again when i was sitting outside...