So the musical jump kinda got me going a bit yesterday but I didn’t do a few things on the list and kinda did the thing on the list I didn’t even mention I wanted to be doing the first few days of this week. So I got done writing and thought, shit. I need to make that damn food I promised Don. He eats things like hot pockets and toaster oven pizza and I had mentioned I would make him some food as that is something I have a talent for, and pack it up and mail it off. So I made a meatball orzo roasted broccoli thing I kind of combined a few recipes to get, and a red lentil soup with spinach and turmeric that was pretty delicious and I threw some of my leftover Mediterranean quinoa so it would be more something in the bite. I am a texture queen, I need a few and usually something spicy or with some bite so I chopped up a bit of yellow onion to throw on the lentil quinoa goodness. Now I have to make some zucchini muffins and other stuff but frozen cubes of soup are way heavier than you would think BUT, as I just discovered, are still lighter than water. So it will be an expensive box to send but still probably better than leaving him to eat garbage forever. Freakin pizza rolls and some chicken one of his colleagues usually leaves him is standard fare. Who the heck eats that? There’s even an Aldi’s a mile away and it’s basically a straight line over but he eats pizza rolls like a 14 year old instead—though admittedly Chipotle was last night. I left weeks ago and he just ran out of my food. Yay on me.

Anyways so I didn’t exercise but I did wash my face, something I forgot to do last night and still haven’t done actually. I made those things, left the kitchen a disaster, Skyped with him and passed out. Woke up in time to go to bed and I didn’t get out of here until 7:30. It was too damn cold to do the bigger loop I wanted to do twice a day., but I did go last night with him. The wind was super icy and I am not that impressive as to be too out there but did maniacally throw the carts in the parking lot assholes had left out there to crash into other cars into the right bins before storming into the store. Then I got my venti cloud macchiato and my croissant, my favorite creamer, some more eggs to bake with and yes, organic strawberries to go with the blueberry yogurt concoction I had been playing with–too damn expensive but you don’t want to eat strawberries drenched in bullshit if you can help it. Which reminds me, farm share if we stay. There’s a dude I was following on Facebook who had his own farm but I might have to google my way into that, too. I really don’t want to go on Facebook but I am still laughing about getting banned for bullying twice for calling people out on THEIR bullshit. Keep in mind it was the comment on the dude wrapped in a confederate flag and holding AR15’s in his photo that reported me for commenting on his you want to fight your fellow Americans commentary with his threats against the libs and the civil war he wanted to fight. And the second was someone making fun of “bug-eyed Adam Schiff,” not my quote but my So says the Walmart supermodel retort, apparently not entirely appreciated but should have been given it was me giving back what was being dished out. In both circumstances pointing out the obvious yet whatever. That whole platform is poison and they make a lotttttttttttttt of money on all of our information so why not deprive them of it in any way you can though gross. Instagram is owned by them which is part of my hesitance in even using them. I want the next thing that is not TikTok, as that seems too cultish to be appropriate—the things those sites get you to do, not normal.

So yes, got my coffee thing, creamer, my eggs, came back here. Played the music, sat down to write this shit about what I didn’t do yesterday. I didn’t paint, remember. I didn’t exercise beyond walking and my morning stretch charade. I cooked. And I ate. Yesterday’s food was: single hardboiled egg with a bit of salt. Half a coconut Noosa with 1/2 c blueberries, TBS dried cherries, walnuts chia and hemp seeds. Several pieces of roasted broccoli. Big bowl of red lentil soup with TBS of greek yogurt and some quinoa. 8 pieces dark chocolate from 2 different bars I tend to get at the store. Half the piece of cheesecake I get from the grocery store (it’s $2.89 and I usually make it last 3 sessions but this time it only lasted for 3 days across 2). I am bleeding to death so my guilt last exactly 3, 2, not not even a second. I meant to eat another egg before bed but I passed out, probably because I am malnourished or just a lot depressed. Or a combo of both. So today we will do it a bit differently though my last painting class is over today. Blehhhh.

Today. Single hard boiled egg, touch of salt. About to get up and make the strawberry blueberry coconut Noosa walnut chia hemp concoction. Shower. Clean the damn kitchen, do the thing. Come back. Do the walk.

Deadlines deadlines. Blehhhhhhhhhhh. I especially hate end lines.