A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one: I had off today! Good Friday is a national holiday here, so I enjoyed my morning sipping coffee and writing at a local café joint. Even puffed a cigarette or two to fit in, but don’t tell my girlfriend. Sadly, there was some bad news to come of this: I ordered some kind of “oven-cheese” which is sort of like baked feta or but a little more mild and rich, whatever, and when I took my first bite from the spoon that mf coated the top of my mouth and seared the skin off in mere second it was so goddamn hot. I was already in the sun so i couldn’t see the steam rising from it, I guess. Either way, I all but fell out of my chair as others watched and a couple dogs peaked their noses in interest. It’s crazy how fast you know that this will be a problem for the next few days at least. The journey from “mmm this looks good” to “well, goodbye normal mouth until next week” is approximately 14 nanoseconds. You ever take that first sip of coffee about a minute too soon and the second it touches the roof of your moth you know it’s already too late? Brutal. Still, like all men in all situations in modern society I suffered in silence so as not to let other people think I am a “pussy”. Bill Burr has a theory that men drop dead from heart attacks ten years before women because women have the freedom to cry whenever they want. he may have a point, my dudes. I could have cried when the clear dead skin from the roof of my mouth sloughed off onto my tongue like the molted skin left behind by a growing lobster.
Went to the gym, got my best time yet on the Concept2 rowing machine, clocking in 3k meters in 16:50 which I thought would take me weeks, and had a great chickpea curry for dinner. Hope you all have a great weekend!
See you tomorrow,
Nick
Nick Denardi 