For the second time in a while, I bought pork loin slices with the intention of making them in the oven because I can't bear to fry them in a pan in so many batches. The internet is full of instructions for making bacon in the oven, and each one has a different temperature and baking time. Well, they didn't come out cooked even though I probably cooked them for twice as long. My bacon should be crispy, or burnt.
It left a nice mess, the baking paper was rippled in grease and the baking sheet as well. I don't know how to clean it.
And then my mouth hurt because I chewed that meat for three days. My mouth has never been so sore. Just in time for a visit to the dental hygienist and my gums shouldn't be swollen. Eating was difficult, and so was living. My face and lymph nodes hurt too. One day I wanted to cry when the electric shock-like pains in my ear and face terrified me. I can't stand this shitty body anymore, where something is always wrong.
Yet somehow, gritting my teeth (literally), I managed to edit my first novel. I can't believe what mistakes I still found in it: for example, an unfinished sentence, and a great continuity error where first they are in a hotel and the next second they are at home. D'oh! What the hell was I thinking? Answer: nothing. I would have thought I had noticed that years or decades ago.
So the sandals broke and I started using new ones, almost identical ones. Too bad they cause pain and blisters on my feet and if I wore them for longer, the skin would probably break. I can't understand. The previous ones were so good. If I bought new sandals, there was no way I could know if I could walk longer distances in them. It's hard to find good and cheap shoes. I really need wide fit shoes.
An interesting phenomenon. I come home from a run sweaty, but my hands are so frozen that they can't work. Of course, 20 degrees Celsius, windy and cloudy weather is a reason for the hands to react like that.
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