I feel like all I need to do to be happy is not have a job, eat a serrano pepper (or something equally spicy), run for an hour, and write about two-thousand words. And listen to music I love. And be around one (or more) of my favorite people. And, yeah, that’s it.
Certainly habit-forming with bagel chips.
Bad dreams due to eating cheese nachos before bed.
Feeling a little anxiety. Maybe caused by food, or I don’t know what…
Rice pasta with Canadian bacon, mushrooms, red peppers. It turned out delicious.
It was so spicy that when cooking it we had to open the doors and windows. (That was after the jalapeños aerosolized.) It was devil-hot. But a couple hours after eating it my mouth, palate, and whole self are feeling amazing. Buttery and high.