From A Notebook

I find the weirdest stuff written down in notebooks, often with absolutely no context to help me figure out what in the world I was thinking about.

Here’s an example I found today; dunno whether it was fact, fancy, or fiction:

I’m hungry again, woman. Maybe next time we go on a diet you could consult me first.

I don’t ever remember “us” going on a diet without prior consultation, but why would a stomach lie?