The snooze and the rage

Morning and I'm in a foul mood
Could be cuz of the ongoing ugh

Could be cuz I didn't sleep well and kept feeling warm and cold in places

Could be cuz I haven't been able to eat the foods I like. I haven't eaten my delicious salmon etc as I'd have liked and am making do with eggs with salads, which just doesn't do it for me all the time.

Could also be cuz people suggested that perhaps his mother is tired of eating the same type of food everyday (as if she wasn't eating the same whatever all the time back home) and that maybe I should make her a nice brunch.
Well fuck you! I said and that the sort of variety of meals I offer must be quite bothersome to her cuz every day I give her different salads (veg versions of what I eat) and often giver her two small meals before lunch. Usually a sandwich and a small portion of legume salad.
Evenings I make guacamole, or cut up veggies to make a platter of crudités, or a bowl of mixed nuts and dried fruits.
I have never seen my mother eat so much and this lady, complaining chronically of her asthma, blood pressure, arthritis eats a lot. More than my mom that is.
So don't you be telling me that I need to make something different for your mom. If it bothers you so much you start cooking for her from now on.

That shut him up.

Also, starting next week I'm going to start cooking some sort of meat at home.

Sitting outside in the garden is a bother as well cuz she's always on her phone, always on loudspeaker and it ruins my qi.

Deep breaths.

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In other news.
I finished watching Pather Panchali.
It has left me aching
I cannot describe the absolute cinematic genius of the frames, shots, depths, acting, portrayal of life and I had to pause and cry a lot. A lot. Because it was so beautiful I was overwhelmed, because it was so tragic I was devastated.