Sleep and Stuff
Who needs X (Estacy/MDMA) when you've got tuna fish?
I stir-fry tuna fish. Well, not often, but that is how I prefer it. Today, I used a low heat, and some Sunflower margarine (think the most flavourful butter ever, and then, add 25% more flavour, and that's it), and a dash of spice (the spice was random, I usually use cinnamon but I don't usually use that kitchen so I just grabbed something and hoped for the best).
That was around 4:30 a.m., and that's actually my dinner from yesterday, since I woke up after 2 p.m. (which means I didn't get to the post office, but I suspected that was an improbability in my previous post).
So it's aroudn 6 a.m. now, dawn, and I'm still "sipping" on the tuna... I did two cans and I'm on my last 3 bites or so... I'm not sure if it's healthier or more dangerous, but I notice that we don't really cook tuna... it's more like, warming it up.
However, I hate the taste of oil, so I like to fry my tuna to get rid of most of the oil. Sometimes I let it sit in a stainer first to get out most of it. This morning, however, I was too hungry and craving tuna to really think of anything other than eating it... well, I wasn't THAT hungry or I would have just nuked it... but I wanted it to taste good, hence the frying. Or, more like... boiling in its own oil... because after the most of the oil left, I just let it simmer for a bit, melted in the Sunflower margarine (it's a local brand, I dunno if it's available elsewhere) and served it next to some mixed salad that I'd repossessed from triad's fridge.
So, anyhow, between the early morning buzz and feeling generally rested and stuff, and the wonderous taste of the specially self-cooked tuna, I feel high.
Who needs X, when you have tuna? These keys feel soooo sensual... I love everything... this robe... the air... the music....
I stir-fry tuna fish. Well, not often, but that is how I prefer it. Today, I used a low heat, and some Sunflower margarine (think the most flavourful butter ever, and then, add 25% more flavour, and that's it), and a dash of spice (the spice was random, I usually use cinnamon but I don't usually use that kitchen so I just grabbed something and hoped for the best).
That was around 4:30 a.m., and that's actually my dinner from yesterday, since I woke up after 2 p.m. (which means I didn't get to the post office, but I suspected that was an improbability in my previous post).
So it's aroudn 6 a.m. now, dawn, and I'm still "sipping" on the tuna... I did two cans and I'm on my last 3 bites or so... I'm not sure if it's healthier or more dangerous, but I notice that we don't really cook tuna... it's more like, warming it up.
However, I hate the taste of oil, so I like to fry my tuna to get rid of most of the oil. Sometimes I let it sit in a stainer first to get out most of it. This morning, however, I was too hungry and craving tuna to really think of anything other than eating it... well, I wasn't THAT hungry or I would have just nuked it... but I wanted it to taste good, hence the frying. Or, more like... boiling in its own oil... because after the most of the oil left, I just let it simmer for a bit, melted in the Sunflower margarine (it's a local brand, I dunno if it's available elsewhere) and served it next to some mixed salad that I'd repossessed from triad's fridge.
So, anyhow, between the early morning buzz and feeling generally rested and stuff, and the wonderous taste of the specially self-cooked tuna, I feel high.
Who needs X, when you have tuna? These keys feel soooo sensual... I love everything... this robe... the air... the music....