The morning after a night of “Kuchisabishii” & my munchies have made themselves scarce. My belly feels like it has grown overnight, oops! Let that be the last time I succumb to ‘lonely mouth’ & may my writing take over, please God. It’s Sunday & hot sweaty yoga is at 4pm, my chance to burn off excess calories, thank God. “Kuchisabishii”, I shall overcome.
Message just in from Tom Walker on SnapChat: “Would ya like to chill at mine watch film”…”Mmmm tempting”, I have replied……
I’m up for the craic alright instead of a yogi afternoon: hedonism flying in the face of discipline. Chilling with Tommy instead of sweating it out in the yoga studio? Purrhaps.
No word back from Tommy. “Kuchisabishii’…popped out & bought a big, fat & bland chicken fillet roll which I scoffed nonetheless. My Sunday roast. I roamed the streets filled with Sunday shoppers as I scoffed. Nom nom nom.
Home again, home again jiggedy jig little piggy. Oink, I’m in the mood for eating & sleeping. Chilling with a film would be nice. C’mon Tommy, get back to me! Meanwhile…”Kuchisabishii”…gonna hit the vending machine downstairs, grab a chocolate bar. Might sweeten me up!
Eating & sleeping were the order of the day as it turned out. Power napped for an hour or 2 after devouring some of the vending machine’s finest. Awoke feeling groggy & coaxed myself out of bed with the promise of a cheesy bagel….which I spread thickly with super strong mustard, oops. Vinegar was the overriding taste, total overkill! Scoffed it despite myself. I feel like I’m snowballing.
Fell asleep early, full bellied & fully clothed. “Kuchisabishii” rules.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 