Been experiencing some serious abdominal discomfort. I spent much of last night writing terrible poetry and wondering about the source of my discomfort (stomach flu? the berries? different diet? full moon?). I spent a smaller part of the evening mindfully observing the pain. This morning I feel the same discomfort and I resolve to experience it with detached curiousity.
Last night's dinner did not turn out as well as expected. Paprika-popped popcorn sounds exciting and not just from an alliteration standpoint. I figured that covering the kernels in paprika before popping them would infuse spice into each piece. In actuality, the paprika acted as fuel in a small kitchen fire.
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