I had a strange dream last night.
It involved me and sruthy in russia, consuming muesli bars to keep alive.
they tasted excellent, like no muesli bar i'd ever tasted before.

after eating our first bar, and shivering slightly less than we were before, shrew turns around sharply to ask me-
"sneha? is this vegetarian?"
and i (quite obligatorily) checked the ingredients on the packaging, and found that it was made out of seals, dolphins and whales. cut up, packed tightly together, and (shudder) raw.

its a nasty idea, and almost made me want to quit eating meat altogether. maybe i will. maybe i wont.
maybe you should stop sighing and shaking your head and get back to reading the rest of this entry.

so the whole morning i had the imagined taste of marine mammals in my mouth, and couldn't really focus on much else. i could feel the fluids in my stomach turn over and do some strange calisthenics inside of me.

it was with this taste that i left for violin class in the mornings.

at this juncture it would only be right to tell you that my violin classes have not been going very productively as of late, due to the frequent admonishing and the long periods of silence (where i dont know what to play and my teacher doesnt know what to say, and just sits there shaking his head and mumbling.) and this is when i have no tastes in my mouth. so when i have a very distracting taste in my mouth, it only gets worse.

so i sat there playing whatever i could, and not playing whatever i couldn't, and fidgetting everytime i got scolded (at rather regular intervals, mind you.) and kept thinking of the poor seals that got killed to make my muesli bar. and i could almost hear them call to me- "garp garp garp". and THEN i understood the origins of my strange dream. last night, before going to bed, i was reading the world according to garp, and it struck me that Garp's name (which is Garp, of course), sounds awfully like the sound a sealion makes.

and once this dawned upon me, the taste suddenly disappeared.
and the stomach churning was gone.

this, however, was no sign of a possible improvement of my violin playing. and the remaining one hour and forty five minutes of my lesson was equally bad. because i had mental images of potatoes and hillbillies, and they didn't let me focus very much on anything else.
i have yet to find out the origins of this one.

reliving this entire morning is giving me the heebie jeebies, and the churning is coming back to my stomach. and its all your fault, you lonely blog reader you. such efforts i take to please you. you have my soul! i have nothing left to offer, now leave me alone!

someday im going to look at this and cringe.