So much work for so little sweet, tasty juice

I ate a pomegranate tonight for the first time in twenty-three years. When I was five my family moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. The first house we lived in there had a pomegranate tree in the back yard. There was no grass, no basement or upstairs, but we did have a pool and a pomegranate tree. I remember my parents used to scoop it out into a bowl and I would eat it. I don't remember there being so much work for so little sweet, tasty juice.

That steak I started marinating yesterday? Tonight it was delicious.

My pharmaceutical cocktail worked wonders today. I can breathe easily through my nose, but my cervical nodes are still tender. Sheeeit. I was so tired by the end of the day that I could not stay awake enough to read my textbook, so I came home early and I'm again taking it easy until I go to sleep. Soon, soon...