52/39: Wretched Excess
Feb. 20th, 2025 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphNight time and still no dinner. I should microwave it now. It won't microwave itself. I haven't felt like doing anything because my neck is being seriously hurtful today, and that is giving me a headache. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. They are called Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. They are named for ancient gods and goddesses, all of whom hate my guts.
My guts will probably join them in hating me after I eat this noodle crap I just microwaved. It tastes awfully sweet. It's teriyaki, so it's supposed to be a little bit sweet, but this stuff is extravagant. Reading the ingredients I see it contains stevia. Well, this snack of a few ounces has enough stevia to sweeten several gallons of ice cream, with enough left over to sweeten Andy Rooney's disposition (does anybody remember Andy Rooney? I wish I didn't.) Anyway, Knorr Teriyaki Noodles. Avoid them.
It's likely I'll be able to sleep again soon. I had no nap today. I look forward to getting under the covers. It's chilly again tonight, and my head is cold. But better a cold head than a head cold, I guess. One you can fix by pulling the covers up. To end the other you either must die or spew tons of mucous. If I'm going to get buried, I think I'd prefer it to be under clean soil rather than soiled tissues.
My guts will probably join them in hating me after I eat this noodle crap I just microwaved. It tastes awfully sweet. It's teriyaki, so it's supposed to be a little bit sweet, but this stuff is extravagant. Reading the ingredients I see it contains stevia. Well, this snack of a few ounces has enough stevia to sweeten several gallons of ice cream, with enough left over to sweeten Andy Rooney's disposition (does anybody remember Andy Rooney? I wish I didn't.) Anyway, Knorr Teriyaki Noodles. Avoid them.
It's likely I'll be able to sleep again soon. I had no nap today. I look forward to getting under the covers. It's chilly again tonight, and my head is cold. But better a cold head than a head cold, I guess. One you can fix by pulling the covers up. To end the other you either must die or spew tons of mucous. If I'm going to get buried, I think I'd prefer it to be under clean soil rather than soiled tissues.
