Hey, Miss J!

I nearly stabbed myself in the backside with a pen.

Again…

It’s shaping to be a very loud and wild night here.

I’m currently cowering hovering in one room with nearly all the lights out because I want people to walk on by my place. I don’t know if it’s fireworks or gunshots and frankly, right now I don’t care.

So what happens when you find yourself still struggling to juggle your schedule and need to do something about it, but you have aching body parts?

…And this is how I now find myself staring at my notebook for NtC and scratching my head.

I’ve done no chores in nearly a week, today because I could barely move. I also think the Chinese I ordered last night was off because my intestines have voiced their anger every time I ate some of it yesterday. I had the rest today and my intestines roared their disappointment.

Will I call them to complain? Go on social media to set a fire under their backsides? Maybe write a very scathing and extensive review about how the food gave me diarrhea?

Well, let’s be real. I have IBS so diarrhea isn’t that big of a surprise. What shocked me was how fast it took from mouth to gut.

I mean the review idea could work. For some reason people will take the time to read what I’ve written.

Instead of doing all that, I’ll just stage a silent protest with my wallet and never order from there again.

Or any place.

I’d rather go to bed with a bottle of water in my stomach than order take out… at the sacrifice of my wallet and physical health. For the amount of money I spent on this stuff, I could have purchased three full bags of fish and two bags of bread flour.

And still have money left over.

Even though my body is a tad bit achy… especially my wrist, I’ll be penning down or typing up some ideas for NtC. I have 3-5 new chapters I need to throw in.

~J. Lyst