Monday, 14 November 2016

sisyphuck

Haha to opening your mouth and letting out a swarm of locusts to attack.
How Imhotep.

I keep glancing at the watch and recoil back in my shell contemplating the amount of time left for me to enter kitchen and do a bit of dinner pottering.
Not that I have a problem against cooking.. it's the routine of cooking that gets to me.. also that it's a Monday and it's cold, and kitchen duties involve a goodly amount of wetting your hands and sobs.

Dinner countdown so to say.
Oddly enough I don't feel hungry.. and I'm loathe to confess that my lunch today was almost 2 dozen dumplings. It was an outburst of pent up anger that released itself in a hunger havoc that I unleashed over fresh dumplings that were being boiled to perfection in front of me eyes while I selected ripe tomatoes.
And now in hindsight I realize I was only short of snorting them babies up or shooting them up my veins, the way I ate them.

I might not look it but I eat more than, well, most people. Just that I like to keep my gluttony in check.
Also 11/11 tempted me to buy a dress, and against my better judgement I bought something to wear online, which turns out one size too small for me. It fits me, in fact it's almost like I'm poured into it, which means keeping carbs in check.
This is the last time I'm buying clothes online. I usually don't, in fact I never do. I slipped.

Right, off to kitchen then. sobs again. 

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