dead fridge blues

the dead fridge blues

leads to a whirlwind o’ cooking

3 pizzas (only 2 pictured because I ate the rubberiest one) / Thai coconut chicken with brown rice / a pound of ground turkey / chicken korma with brown rice / chicken enchilada dinner (a soggy mess) / chicken tenders / mac and cheese with turkey burger / 2 veggie naanwiches and potato & pea samosas / AND a super cheesy omelet

guess how i spent the morning

come on over & eat while i sop cold water out of the moribund freezer

(so thankful to have food and the ability to replace or fix the appliance, billions do not)

What I’m Reading:

“The problem is that nobody has real answers. The problem is that the problem is us … The enemy isn’t out there somewhere the enemy is ourselves. Not as individuals, but as a collective. A system. A hive.”

— Roy Scranton / Learning to Die In the Anthropocene

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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