razorshimmy

Okay, alright, fine, I'll replace the previous post, at the behest of a few folks kind enough to mention that my whinging is unnecessary, and replace it with a post explaining that putting seven or eight chili peppers into a soup meant for one person, when the recipe calls for two, might seem like a brilliant idea, but... no, you know what, it is brilliant. My guts are rolling in what feelts like boiled shards of glass, and I was sweating and my nose was running for the better part of two hours, but damn if it wasn't delicious all the same. What's more, eating foods that hot from time to time is a sort of religious experiance for me, really. It just seems to sear away all the shit that's muddling up my brain and steam out the fat that's plugged between my ears and clear my head so that I can look around and feel fucking fantastic.
Now, I'm going to further my novel. After all, it's only 3:17.