I’m at a men’s gathering. I’m in a room preparing a very nice salad. I’m thinking about Kirby and that I’ve left him with this other guy and wondering if he’s ok with that. I haven’t seen them in a while. I turn to do something and accidentally fling the salad bowl onto the floor and salad goes everywhere. I ask the guy sitting next to me if he saw how that happened because I didn’t see a thing. He just kind of shrugs. I start picking up the salad from the floor. I’m deciding whether I’m going to eat it in spite of it being picked from the floor because it’s such a beautiful salad. A guy I know comes in and he’s really tall. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and no pants and he has his junk in his hand. He starts talking to me then tells me he’s going to go do something but he’s putting his hands in the air and almost hitting the ceiling fan. I tell him he should be careful. I go into the kitchen to find something to clean up the floor and a fork. There are no forks anywhere. I do find a rag.
Felt frustrated and upset about the salad. Felt insecure about Kirby.
