Alone again in the flat. Story of my life.
Had two Strongbows tonight. I felt a 5% buzz which gradually crept up to my head, down to my fingertips and toes. Not bad.
Coated two pieces of chicken thigh fillets with Crispy Mix and pan-fried them. I just had to vindicate myself from the cataclysmic chicken-burning failure I got myself into last weekend. Well, the fillets tonight weren't as crispylicious as I would've wanted them to be, but they were superlatively better than the chicken I spectacularly burned last weekend. Not to mention the house reeked of the lethal combination of old oil and charcoal for two days (almost finished an entire can of Glade trying to remedy the situation). Well, frying had never been my strongest talent anyway.
Remember Sesame Street? They always had a particular letter of the alphabet "sponsoring" every episode. Well tonight my evening is brought to you by the letter S: Strongbow, solitude, plus one other unmentionable S that just ventures into macabre territory.
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Postscript: My International Political Economy readings for tomorrow remain unread. Ugh. I already understand that politics and economics are intertwined. Enough already.
Tomorrow's weather forecast says a high of 15 and a low of 9. Strange, but I am quite happy to hear that.
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