Last night I was simmering some soup and listening to a lecture for school about orthorexia, anxiety and the co-occurrence of anorexia nervosa. All these disorders sound like a hex. Perhaps they are?… Anyhow, as I was stirring and chopping my phone was buzzing away with text messages and news updates. I guess it was all too overwhelming because my phone made its way to the edge of the counter and jumped. It landed flat on its face and died on the spot. That’s right, I didn’t even have to touch it to break it. Once upon a time these things happened because, well, tequila. Now it’s just a simple matter of gravity… that tricky bitch. I could take my phone somewhere and see if there is any hope of resurrection. However, the timing is not great for braving a social space where people bring lots of devices that they can’t stop touching or holding up to their face. I can live without it for now. I can’t really call anyone but what would I even say?
“Hey, did you put on pants today or did you just Donald Duck it around the house?”
It’s none of my business anyhow. So, please join me in a moment of silence for my phone and all the calls it never got to make.

Day 87: Last nights Scrap Soup. Orca beans, garlic, carrots, leeks, kale, chard, veg stock, seeds and a splash of ume vinegar.

Wearing: a shirt that (I feel) only looks good when you put it on backwards. It’s cheap and oddly designed. I got it from thrift and thought it was a decent attempt at adding some color to my wardrobe. See, it has yellow. Bold move! But… it has never made it out of the house.