¤ January 8, 2014 ¤
♬ Breakfast at Night
This post pertains to: Depression ♦ Food
I am horribly depressed at this moment, so instead of doing my usual moping about like an emo kid who found out he’s not relevant anymore in 2014, I decided to try my hand at that thing where you play with fire and shit gets burned – no, not firefighting – cooking. Because I am hungry and I haven’t eaten anything all day yesterday or all day today.
I made egg-in-a-hole because it’s the only thing I really know how to cook. It is something my dad used to make me often when I was younger. I almost thought I forgot how to cook it, pathetic as it seems, since only a braindead Ron Paul 2012 supporter wouldn’t know how to cook an egg. I was about to whip out my Ron Paul 2012 paraphernalia in defeat before I felt this heatwave swell over me. Then I realized, “Oh wait, this is the vestigial feeling of not being a fucking failure for once.”
I fucked up the first egg and cooked it too long so there wasn’t any yolk. I like having the yolk to dip the bread circle into so I only fucked up the second egg by breaking it, but at least the yolk was there.
And now, do I feel like I accomplished anything? Nope. I’ll just go back to moping and listening to IU sing 입술 사이 all slowdancey to me, and then realizing that she had accomplished more than I ever have in my entire life when she was 16. Fuck this.
♥ Posted at 10:43:00 pm CDT