It's a Cookbook

I made this sandwich just now that really moved me. I mean, it was fucking deluxe, so I decided to call it

The Fucking Deluxe

It goes

bread>mayo>avocado>chard>banana>peanut butter>bread

I think really it's just a combination of two preexisting sandwiches partitioned by some chard. But wow! I will have to lock it away in my internal cookbook.

A couple of days ago, I won my first game of Scrabble in...forever? I lost the scoresheet (I think I got 160-something), but I remember "oxide" and "quoth" being my highest scoring words. I always get stuck with Q. It's my spirit Scrabble letter.

And yesterday, large waves beat me up in Kailua. I feel like they (waves) were twice as tall as me. I can't swim, really, but I am very skilled at getting thrown against what few jagged rocks are on a beach. I got a gory heel, and while I was off in a bathroom or something a seal came on shore and I missed it. Damn. BUT...I did see a guy that looked like he got knocked out get hauled off by his friends. You should have seen his head bobble when they carried him. He looked like he had a black eye and everything. His eyes were open, but I mean, he was gone. I'll bet a Fucking Deluxe could have revived him.