Dangerous Compassions

bad vegan

I feel better now and almost went to work at the bookstore. Erik and I are scoring CSET tomorrow, and I hope to be entirely well then. Today I’ve had a feeling of restlessness and dissatisfaction. But I wrote a letter to my new zine friend C–she writes poetry zines. She wrote me a long letter the other day. So I replied in turn, and I guess we’re friends. She told me how at work there was a tornado warning and she had to go into the basement of the library. Luckily, it didn’t last long. She lives in Kansas.

Today I was reading The Vegan Sourcebook and got to the chapter about how…actually, I don’t remember the unifying concept of the chapter, but I got to the page that said how vegans don’t kill any bugs and felt incredulous. What if you have lice, for example–you’re just supposed to let the lice live on you? No way! Not that I intend to get lice, but it can happen to anyone. And if Kitty got fleas again, I would kill them.

So I guess I’m not going to be a very good vegan, which I already knew because I’m not vegan at the homes of others or at restaurants.

Erik got a Sacramento News & Review telling the “best of”s and he saw that the number one voted Indian place we’ve never been to. It’s called Gaylord’s, and it’s a chain. So we’ll have to go there. I thought we knew about all the Indian food places in town.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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