today?

you could call it a sad day. i had to cut all the raspberries down. stupid progress. as i dragged the vines to the compost, they left a trail of tears of sorts. raspberry shaped and flavored tears. i know, because i ate like seven hundred of them, vine ripened and straight off the ground. if you were a betting person, you could enter me in some sort of berry eating contest, because i would win, or at least get some sort of honorable mention or more realistically take home miss congeniality. you could also probably enter me in an explosive, seed-filled diarrhea contest sometime tomorrow, i imagine.