can you OD on apricots or is that not really a thing?

I've been trying this relaxation thing. Moving from bed to couch to fridge and back again, but something is not sitting well with me. It helps that I'm doing all this half naked, only pulling on an oversized tshirt when my freshdirect delivery is at the door, but my brain is itching for some stimulants.

I think I'm getting sick again, and I'm pretty sure it's the same pesky sickness that keep peeking it's head out like some meerkat but ducking back down when I try to address it. Coward. Well c'mon motherfucker, come and get me. I've got all the EmergenC and Zinc and Echinacea poised and ready to beat you down like wack'a'mole.

You know what else I've had to relearn today? Can't properly stirfry without a wok, can't use a wok on an electric stove, ergo I can't be culinarily asian in this apartment. Now I have another mess to clean up in the kitchen, and I didn't even have a satisfying meal to placate me or turn me into a willing participant in the clean up process.

A lot of things are bothering me today. Like not wanting to turn on the ac, because ac hurts my soul, but it being just humid enough to warrant some soul hurting. Or running out of dishwashing liquid half way through clean up and being forced to use an old bottle from a year ago that I stopped using because I didn't like the scent. Or not finding anything that I was in the mood to watch RIGHT NOW on netflix. I know, first world problems. I'm just not very pleasant today.

I am restless.

I keep tinkering at this website because it's so damn easy to do. Two people subscribed to my past posts, this confuses me. They do realise there aren't going to be any more past posts, right? I also found out the reason for my year long boost in interest in my Hating Kylie Kwong post.

1. Because people don't like her and when you look it up you get to my blog.

2. Billy over at A Table for Two linked me, a while ago.

He actually runs a beautiful food blog, and his resentment for KK is presented in a classy, satirical manner. Much unlike my head full of steam, completely unstructured and unthinking stream of consciousness diatribe. But I got passion, kid. This makes my tepid culinary adventures today all the more painful.

Still have not read a book in more than a year. Written anything worth a second draft in longer than that. I feel like the white lab mice running this whole thing has made some awkward calculations and cut me out of their big plan. I know that the only way to change it would be to, change it. Don't rush me.

I should just go grab another apricot and try to sleep.

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[Qinny]

Oh. my serial "hi" commenter is back.

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