I haven't had a proper review of just fucking off time since the
early days of my blog, so I hope I will be indulged for a moment in talking about the weird thing when I was for somewhat over an hour not plugged into Twitter and ate about an entire pizza and also cider (
Ploughman's--they make a very dry cider without adding yeast, just natural fermentation--it is low-calorie and really good if you like dry, more wine-y ciders I will have to figure out what distributors have them) and beer.
I took a day off work to go and get lunch at one of the local haunts in Bristol.
I spend so much time with wrath and drunkenness that I hardly know what to do when I have great gluttony opportunities. I usually get the carbonara pizza which boasts eggs and bacon and I add mushrooms, so I am basically having a classic breakfast on a pizza. There was also a special with mortadella and ricotta drizzled with balsamic, which was amazing. I am now considering whether balsamic-drizzled ricotta is just something I regularly need in my life, anyway. For my general well-being. It seems like such a natural dip for breadsticks, apples, crudites (more so than salsa, anyway). It is a thing for which, at the moment, I am entirely about.
I tried, during my unplugged from all media moment, to think about TrumpWorld and whether I wanted to talk about his special master, the example it sets, and whether it seems likely that Trump is already in the midst of being about to perjure himself over the documents that are still missing, and I decided--
Yeah, fuck that. I went to a nearby vintage store, and I bought a strand of fake black pearls, a set of onyx dangles with marcasite that fit with a necklace I already have that I absolutely love b/c so gothic, a $4 set of gold-tone clip-on earrings that are amazingly 50's housewife realness, some also cheap gold-tone with fake orange coral dangle earrings, and a dyed howlite faux turquoise set that is a stunning green that deeply pleases me. It made for the kind of grab-bag different from the ones I write about. Instead of dwelling on things I find ugly, I used a little mad money (under $100) to invest in dress-up.
Look, I don't know if this qualifies as self-care, because my obsessions are still here. I trimmed my bangs and ends this week, got a Vitamin-C facial and started to watch the latest Cobra Kai. I harvested my self-grown decorative gourds and deposited them on my front steps and am ready for fall. Sometimes I rage against the machine, sometimes I eat pizza and plan wardrobes with amazing costume jewelry.
I contain multitudes. I actually still feel like I contain a lot of pizza. But it was absolutely delicious.