Sunday, July 15, 2018

Day 5: 14 July, 2018

Holy fuck it's hot. Also, I'm stoned. (Don't worry,I live in Washington where it's legal.)

That probably has something to do with how and why that small packet of mini stroopwafels disappeared into my mouth. Then the cheese quesadilla. Half of a mango bar. And last but certainly not least, a handful of dried apple pieces.

A sandwich using most of my bacon ration tasted far too good even before I took that 15 mg portion of tonic. The oil and protein of the bacon, and fat of the mayo were immensely satisfying to the point of near orgasm. Crisp lettuce, pickled onions, and some spices on the nine grain bread made it even better.

I'm supposed to meet my friend Danielle tomorrow to work on our Camp NaNo novels but I'm really not feeling it. Hopefully that's just the marijuana talking.

Way too lazy to keep typing. Kept to the rations and that's what really matters for the purpose of this blog.

No, quesadillas weren't a thing really eaten by average Brits or most Americans in the time period I'm talking. But they aren't a new thing, so that's good enough for my purposes.

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