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Had a couple dreams last night, one that I briefly remembered but then forgot before I could make it to my dream journal, and one about this child prodigy being interviewed on the radio. Um, the kid was indeed rather precocious, as he was a ripe old... 2 months old. And later he came to play in my kitchen, and he seemed to be running around fine, even though he should have been at the "hopeless ball of screaming goo" point at two months...

Annnnnyway. How about another post about a laughably small annoyance? Yes.

Today I was sitting down to eat a lovely, sumptuous California tangelo. It is probably the one fruit that has discrete emotional memories for me, since my grandparents' house in Southern Great Domesticated Desert of Doom^TM has a tangelo tree in the backyard, with fresh, warm tangelos every winter. Furthermore, the flavor of the tangelo makes it the one fruit that, to me, justifies the description of "liquid sunshine", cliched though it may sound. Eating a tangelo literally feels like consuming all the sunlight that fell on that tree in the previous year.

As an added bonus, tangelos have that particular property that characterizes citrus, wherein the peeling process makes one's hands smell like the fruit for several hours afterward, allowing you to relive the experience of actually eating the fruit over and over again by wafting that luscious perfume under the nose.

In short, one of the best fruits created on this earth (along with strawberries and mangoes).

So, anyway, I sat down to eat the thing, and stuck my nail under the protruding part of it to start peeling. And, as I should have expected from countless previous times peeling a tangelo...

PWEEENK!

Off flies the tiny piece of stem onto my chair, as it always does. Down goes my hand to pluck it up. Exasperated expression plastered on my face as I start on the fruit.

The tangelo was awfully good, though.

Reality check. You know, I think the trouble involved in peeling tangelos makes me enjoy them more, somehow. Guess that gives it a good reason for existing.