Soon, your posts will be like:Not a lot happening lately in the food department since I'm doing a course on crime fiction and that occupies all my evenings. On Sundays I batch cook for the entire week and that is it.
Daylight sliced through the blinds in my bedroom like the cold grey steel of a knife looking for its first meal of the day…and it was hungry.
I rubbed last night’s cigarette smoke from my still-red peepers, cast around for my cleanest dirty shirt, then stumbled into the kitchen, hoping for two fingers of baby juice, just to calm down the hurricane going on in my stomach.
I opened the cold chest, and said “Hey, how’s tricks?” to this:
That new Tupperware’s paying me back like a Las Vegas slot machine with diarrhea. Now scram before fill ya full o’ lead!