Striving for perfection

1486. Not so bad. Probably something important and historical happened that year. but also my bus didnt come for a while.

i spent a long time peering at the wall. discerning the differing shapes held within the rather rough looking plaster job that had been slapped on years before. This had been combined with layer upon layer of hastily papped on paint to combine a virtual vertical plain, where spiders and little flys can play at africa.

bored with this eventually i went back onto the age old problem of trying to create the perfect ham sandwich. it not only has to be fulfilling and tasty but also has to fit into a certain budgetary constiction to make it worth the while. i have recently been opting for the doubled slices round the edges of the bread with a solo slice in the middle (i am of course talking about wafer thin here) then filling the minor depression in the middle with salads to give the impression of wholesomeness. last night i opted for slap dashery an mounded handfulls on, without care, skewing the slimy pink disks willy nilly and roughly grabbing salad and throwing it at the half constructed piece. did it taste better?

did it fuck.