Hey, Miss J!

Often, I want to imagine myself floating through the day. The reality on the other hand, is something else entirely.

Nothing that I aimed to complete was done last night. I’m strongly disappointed. Mostly in myself.

It can be quite time consuming… finding ways to fill the time while you’re bored.

It sounds counterproductive really.

I’ve been changing up the types of food I eat, which is a bit of a relief, right? I mean I’m not lactose intolerant by any means, but too much cheese makes other things get sluggish and hung up.

My daily diet composed of apples or bananas, peanut butter and cheese is currently out.

I made myself a big batch of rice last night. Had some leftover turkey. So sauteed it and tossed some gochujang on it in the pan. Tossed in some minced garlic, diced carrots, kimchi and topped it with furikake. Added some Japanese BBQ sauce over the top.

I’ve had other meals since then, including just rice with kimchi and furikake.

For breakfast, I had eggs with mushroom, minced garlic, some chili sauce, green onions, diced carrots. I… Mmm…

My lunch looked similar, with minced garlic and chili sauce first, followed by diced carrots, rice, fresh ginger and kimchi.

While out today, I asked my friend to check to see how my breath was. The inside of my mouth tasted just a bit funky. She recoiled and yelped. Told me my breath smelled like garbage.

She blamed the kimchi. I blamed the chili sauce.

Somehow, we ended up discussing which was more delicious. Chitlings or kimchi.

Of course, I will say kimchi the whole way because hog intestine is just… ugh.

I had a friend of mine buy some, cooked it, saw there was umm… “stuff” in it. (They were supposed to be cleaned already.) So, she decided to clean and then cook them again.

She was in the hospital for a week.

This of course helped me double down on my complete refusal to eat chitlings. I have it on a wrung right above black pudding. I’d have to be unconscious to have that stuff go near my mouth, and knowing myself, I’d probably vomit it back up anyway.

Gotta admit… there’s not a food I find quite as um… evil… as black pudding.

That’s a quote, btw, off of a British TV show I’ve been watching. They were supposed to swap their foods. One asked what blood pudding was and when she heard, she said “That is quite evil, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t agree more.

As much as I wish I could do some exercise tonight (I already know that it would be risky to try it), I’ll have to hold off till tomorrow.

I don’t have my laundry scrub board yet, but I do have my basin, so I can wash my socks and underwear in the bathroom. While I do like my basement set up, that is a LONG walk for just one or two pairs of socks and underwear.

While my underwear might be stiff due to being washed in the sink and just set on a hanger, I don’t have to freeze half to death going into the basement to clean some clothes.

Any bigger stuff I can deal with in the AM.

It’s ridiculous. As many pairs of socks and underwear that I have, I always end up running out of underwear and socks.

Pfft! Nothing says I’m riding the edge more than having to wear bikini cut underwear because everything else has been used.

Or as what happened one terrible day a few years back… being stuck with the lone thong that I happened to buy by chance. I don’t know why I bought it. To be honest, I have no clue where it even is now.

Since I don’t see it anywhere, I’ll assume that it’s completely gone and lost in that strange place that single socks disappear to.

Never to be found again…

…Until like 5 years later and to end up having dust on it for some unknown reason.

Should I buy another pair though? As a reminder to keep doing the laundry? The very idea of having to wear something like that should I run out of underwear will scare me into making sure I at least clean the underroos once a week!

I also just realized that I spent nearly a page of this blog discussing underwear and laundry issues.

Apologies for that.

I plan on having some hot apple cider tonight with a sliver of cheese and kimchi and doing my assignment.

Tomorrow, today will seem like a dream… a strange, very unusually long and dark dream.

Song: Laura Branigan – Gloria

We’re supposed to have icy rain tomorrow.

I also heard about some place on the news where they had thundersnow. It’s like thunder-thighs but a lot louder. Between that and the firenadoes I’ve been seeing – the weather has been weird.

And I’m running on like 1.5 hours of sleep so I too am weird.

At least I got my medical-cations. My pharmaceuticals.

My drugs. The legal ones.

I’m just going to see myself out.

I will add a note here though on NtC.

I’m still laughing about a few scenes in chapter 18. I’ll post an edited version here. It’s edited to cut down on the size. My chapters for NtC are no less than 10,000 words per.

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The dots are a clear note that you can escape this blog post now before reading if you want. If you do want to read…

FORWARD YOUNG ADVENTURER!!

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-CUT-

Her shirt was stretched to its limit, while the material around her ankles, calves and thighs ripped open. Her shoes erupted off of her feet, and she kicked off her socks. Trembling, she panted, trying to properly orient herself.

Gerald let out a groan as Koen got the upper hand, knocking him unconscious.

“Now then,” Koen spoke, as he approached the stack of crates. “That we’re alone now…” his words trailed off as he watched not the small, fragile woman rise from behind that old pile of wood, but… “What are you?” Green filled his entire view.

Rising to her full height, her eyes narrowed to slits, Jennifer stared down at Koen. “What’s the matter, little man?” she asked, in a husky voice.

-CUT-

Sure enough, Jennifer stepped out of the front door, Gerald’s unconscious body slung over her shoulder.

“Jenny?!” Peter exclaimed, shocked to see her as the She-Hulk. He didn’t miss how her eyes were nearly closed.

“Hey webhead,” she replied, a wobbly smile in place. She carefully lowered Gerald to the ground. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” The green giantess grinned, pulling him close.

“Miss you too Je—” Peter’s words were cut off as she lifted the bottom part of his mask and kissed him fiercely.

“Mmm,” she purred, feeling happy despite the headache. “It’s really been far too long.” Jennifer added, lightly biting into her bottom lip.

-CUT-

“It’s very fortunate for you, Titania… that my wife and child are unharmed,” Peter tilted his head, the tight, thin line of his mouth hinting at the anger he felt. He easily recognized the villainess from his own universe. She’d never done something so foul where he was from.

“Wife and child?” Mary asked, confused. Realization trickled in and her eyes darted to Jennifer at first and then to him. “Wife of… S-Spider-Man?” she asked, an expression of terror suffusing her features.

-CUT-

“I was so scared Jen,” he spoke, his voice wobbly.

“Yeah,” she rasped, her mouth a bit dry.

Lifting his head, Peter’s mouth dropped open. “You’re awake!” He moved to extract his fingers and was surprised when she held him tight. “Don’t worry,” he began, “I’m just going to let the doctor know–”

“No,” she interrupted him. “I need you here,” she continued, her eyes misting over. “With me. Please climb up here.”

“Jen, you just had a seizure,” he explained calmly. “It’s not a good idea for me to get on the bed with you. You need your rest,”

“… What I need, Pete,” she responded, tugging on his hand. When he conceded and climbed into bed with her, a weak smile crossed her lips. “Is you.” Swallowing hard, she reached up with her right hand, tracing the outline of his jaw. “You’re really here…”

Nodding faintly, he leaned closer and kissed her cheek. Observing her carefully, he noticed that she seemed to be in pain, a slight grimace in place. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she whispered, squinting still.

Loosening his hold, Peter leaned up on the bed, looking down at his wife. “If it’s the bright lights–”

“It is,” she responded in a rush.

“I have it,” he spoke, moving to get up.

“No… Don’t go,” she whimpered.

“Just to the light. Hold on, Jenny!”

Even the brief loss of contact was proving to be difficult for her to deal with. Her features crumpled up before Peter was halfway across the room

-CUT-

“It’s amazing, truly. She seems to have come out without any lasting damage,” the doctor said, his dark brows lifting as he spoke with her family.

“What triggered the seizure?” Bruce asked, pressing.

-CUT-

Bruce rested a hand on Morris’ left shoulder and lightly squeezed. “It’ll be fine. She’s a fighter, just like Jenny,” Raising his voice, he turned his attention to the doctor. “When can we go in to see her?”

“One moment,” he replied. Flagging down a nurse, he offered a small smile. “Please check on Missus Parker, because her family is here to visit.”

“Alright,” the nurse replied, offering the family a faint smile.

-CUT-

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he peeked around the curtain.

He was aware of a strange sound in the room first, then saw Missus Parker.

-CUT-

With a jolt, the nurse realized the low sounds he was hearing were coming from his patient.

-CUT-

“Pete,”

He heard his patient say.

“C-Can’t…”

“Again? Already?”

-CUT-

Seeing both of the man’s hands rising from somewhere in front of her but hidden from view and gripping her hips tightly, the nurse blushed bright red and stepped backwards, but not before seeing green hands grasp her husband’s wrists frantically.

Quietly closing the door behind him, he was still able to hear a heavy, muffled cry from somewhere in the room.

Face still red and only deepening in color, the nurse began the arduous trip back to where the doctor and the patient’s family were waiting. While it was good that the patient was awake now, her current state…

By the time he reached the physician and her family, the flush on his face had thankfully receded. Still, he struggled to hold in a whimper when he had to hand over the chart.

“No update?” the doctor asked.

Memories of what he’d seen and heard returned and the nurse’s face began to burn again. “P… Patient’s awake,” he managed.

Concerned, Morris leaned forward in his wheelchair.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed.

“So why weren’t you able to get her vitals?” the doctor asked, drolly. Noticing the expression on his nurse’s face, he paled slightly. “Er…” Maybe it was better they not know. “Ah—”

“S… S…” the nurse was really struggling. He couldn’t look at his patient’s family right then. Slapping a hand over his eyes, he finally finished his statement. “She’s o-o-occupied right now!”

“Occupied?” Bruce asked, brows shooting up.

“You mean busy?” the doctor asked. Now, he was beginning to blush too.

“I have to get back to my other patients right now!” the nurse exclaimed, much louder than he should have. Uncovering his eyes, he spun around and sprinted down the hallway he’d come from.

That, unfortunately left the doctor alone with the rest of his patient’s family members.

“What did he mean ‘occupied’?” Bruce asked.

Why is this my life? Doctor Lobos wondered, his face reddening further. Looking at both men, he sighed and lowered his head.

-CUT-

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Now I have a reason to read back over this post! Amazing how many pages that covers. 14 in total.

Ah well. Here’s for later on? Heh.

Peace!

~J. Lyst