Bruised Fruit Never Go Over Well.

It is 12:30 am and I cannot sleep. I am thinking too much. . . thinking about today, tomorrow, about why I keep thinking. Its a tumbling confusing circle at which I meet no end. While at the fruit stand today, I bought some pears. Actually, I didn't buy them, they were free. . . so I loaded up. Now I have three miniture pear pyramids surrounded by assorted fruits (these weren't free) sitting on the living room floor. I just hope that they don't fall over and bruise. Bruised fruit never go over well. Too mushy for my taste.