Two weeks ago I bought a pack of mushrooms, the non-hallucinogenic kind. I got a sizable amount so when my mom warned me they’re about to spoil, I couldn’t ask her to just throw them out.
The soon-to-spoil ‘shrooms were enough to force me out of bed on a chilly Sunday noon. Not that I cared too much about these ‘shrooms; I just needed a reason to get up and quit lazing around.
The decision to hang in the kitchen was borne out of necessity, as usual. When I used to live alone, the only sensible recourse was to cook my own food and not waste money eating out. Same thing when I decided to stop eating meat — there’s no way I would force everyone in my life to go vegetarian just because I wanted to be one.
Sometimes I also feel an uncharacteristic desire to cook, usually because I want to try a new dish, or I want to re-create a dish that I previously enjoyed. This is a rarity though, because I am very lazy and I always let big i Indolence get the best of me.
But today I blamed the mushrooms.
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