rock+pie=win

This morning, I woke up from a bad dream full of bubbling frustration and sadness. I remember some of it--I think I'd lost my temper somewhere, and shouted at someone, and security was called, and the next morning a horrible socialite person told me I'd been a disgrace. I tried to shake off the lingering dream-feelings of shame and rage.

And instead of reading this morning, I'm baking. While slicing pears, "Carry On My Wayward Son" came on the iPod, and a sea change in my mood began.

It's just so hard to stay angry during air guitar. And even harder when confronted with a future of pie.