Week-Long Ultra-Feast

Week-Long Ultra-Feast

|how.odious| Year Two: DAY ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN

2017 February 13 [Monday]

Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday!, couldn’t come soon enough! The week started with a light cold that left me feeling a bit dull and snot-ridden for about three days, but the whole sitch came and went quick enough. I went for a light jog on Wednesday to get some new blood pumping through my system and felt pretty good the rest of the week. Today, I feel fine. The cold, however, brought about the beginning of a week-long ultra-feast, meaning the lifemate and I indulged ourselves in all of the unapproved foods we normally never eat.

We ate bags of chips, bags of [Snyder’s-style] pretzels, half a dozen fudge-filled brownies, half a dozen super-fancy Krispy Kreme donuts, hash browns, potato hash, Taco Bell, honey biscuit sandwiches, BLTs, bacon, cheese-filled corn dogs, cream cheese-filled and ice cream-filled Belgian waffles, vodka and pricier beers. Basically, we stuffed ourselves so that we would not want to eat anything so heavy and carb-loaded ever again!, and it worked.

I felt so bad by Saturday night that I was sure I would not be able to eat anything on Sunday, but a deal’s a deal. We had to gorge ourselves [and not workout] through Sunday so as to be sure we’d land somewhere truly disgusted with ourselves. It was not awesome. Luckily, today is now today and so, I woke up and immediately hit a hard circuit workout, ate a bowl full of veggies, and soon, I’ll be meeting with the lifemate to eat a chicken stick and grocery shop for ginormous salad stuffs. I’m so excited! From here on out it’ll be back to business as usual until our vacation in May!

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As far as other happenings from the past week are concerned, there’s not much to tell these days since most my days revolve around writing the fiction. I had a fiction word quota of 7500 words due yesterday, and I pretty much kicked the thing in the ass. All-in-all the fiction writing is going really well. I easily write anywhere between 1500 and 1800 words per sitting. Lately, I’ve been doing one writing sesh per day on five of the ten days in each metric week. It’s a pretty good system, honestly. I have the freedom to relax my mind and come up with ideas, but I can only take one or two days off at a time and have to write on back-to-back days. The challenge of consistently having to output fiction is truly wonderful, while the consistent time off helps the ideas flow constantly. I’m finding a rhythm, and I gotta say, it feels great.

02-17-yakultuploadMy other weekly responsibility of teaching English to my student, SJ, on Thursdays and Fridays has been great as well. Her mother bought her some new social studies textbooks, and SJ really seems to enjoy the content. During class, her mother always provides me with some delicious drink and sometimes a treat, and last week, her mother gave me the coolest little yogurt drink. It was one of those Yakult probiotic drinks, but the packaging was not only twice as big as usual, but also, it was upside down! So amazing. That little treat made my day. It was so fun. We, SJ and I, then discussed whether or not she thought her mother was cool. I think that her mother is really cool cause she seems to know what’s “now,” but SJ disagrees. SJ thinks that her mother has such “old style.” That may be true as far as what her mother herself likes to eat and wear, but the things her mother buys SJ is always pretty hip and on trend. AND the food and drinks her mother provides for me are always pretty cool, I think. Haha.

*sigh*

Anyhow, I suppose that’s all. There’s not much to talk about since I just don’t feel all that connected to these Mundane Monday posts anymore. They’re totally pointless from a writing standpoint, but maybe they’re nice to have when considering where I might be living in the future and how nice it might be to look back on these posts from our time in Seoul. No matter, I will continue to write them. If I figure out some other topic about which to write instead, perhaps I will rethink these diary-type entries then. For now, I still enjoy how easy these entries are to write, and I probably need to have some writing output that requires less brainpower. *sigh* Back to the fiction.

Until next time …

Bags, Booze, and a [my] Birthday

Bags, Booze, and a [my] Birthday

|how.odious| Year Two: DAY FIFTY-NINE

2016 December 19 [Monday]

 

After the conclusion of No-Writing November and the commencement of the two metric months [100 Earth days = 1 metric month] that are to be spent writing book two [to be named … something … once I think of something to call it], I have already failed to write my first non-fiction-type Friday post, which will henceforth be referred to as “Feature Friday.” The short story is that I am a chronic quitter, and to my detriment, I’m getting used to not sticking to my goals. Nevertheless, I’m not entirely sure why I stated in the last post that that was the last installment of the Mundane Monday Memoirs because I already knew that I would continue to write that exact style of post throughout the year, on Mondays *sigh. Oh, and it’s Monday. Whatever.

The long story about why I failed to write my first Feature Friday post last week revolves around the conception of an idea that actually required a bit more research than I had initially expected, especially since I was forbidden to write on my computer until last Wednesday, which meant that it was sort of an unfair length of time to produce a Feature. Despite this, I should have planned better, obviously, and should have had an idea for something more manageable about which to write. Hopefully, I will indeed get the piece finished by THIS Friday because I also have my first 7,500 words for book two due on Saturday. Ugh. I basically hate writing. I’m not entirely sure why I even do it.

It’s that whatever it’s called … an antic? … an aphorism? … one moment please while I use my friend Google … no, neither, so, I suppose I will go with a platitude, since that’s sort of the closest I can get at the time of this [fueled-by-vodka] writing … where like writers love being done with their writing … “they” say the best part about writing is being done, having written whatever … blah, blah. Onward …

The events of last week were again quite blasé and uneventful, until the weekend that is. Ha! The lifemate began my birthday celebrations last Friday, and they will come to their fateful end tonight. Boo. I’m less inclined to talk [brag] about how we had the best day filled with shopping, an urban walkabout, fancy foods, and other activities that are none of anyone’s business. The only thing about which I’ll go into more detail is dinner.

We found a wonderful Spanish tapas place called Spain Club out in Gangnam at the COEX mall. It was divine. We started with some cocktails [an old fashioned for the lifemate and the signature margarita for me]. Then we ordered our entrée first, the seafood paella. OMG … it wasn’t the best paella I had ever had, but it was pretty damn delicious, especially for Seoul. With the entrée we split a bottle of Syrah, and then before we were even finished eating all of the paella, we ordered the gambas al ajillo after tasting the deliciousness of the shrimp in the paella. OMG … seriously the best shrimp I’ve ever eaten … ever. After we ate, we finished off the meal with a drink called the White Lady. I’m not entirely sure how long we were there, but I imagine it was much longer than I thought. We were … inebriated.

After dinner we shopped a bit more, and then, we stopped through the On the Border [yes, I know, but you can’t understand how truly amazing Mexican food is until you can’t eat it … ever … even when we’re talking about somewhere as derivative as On the Border … yes, I understand that most people understand that Mexican food is amazing, but seriously, you can’t really understand its amazing amazing-ness until you’re deprived of it … like most things in life, I guess] that we also found at COEX [there’s another one that we usually frequent downtown and closer to our home], sipped more margaritas and snacked on an appetizer platter, most of which was bagged up so we could take it home. It was, to be fair, the second dinner within like three hours.

 

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That’s enough about that. Yesterday was a wonderfully lazy [recovery] day. I think we probably watched like five hours of the 2016 WSOP Main Event, and I’m not ashamed to admit this. I guess that’s about it for today because I don’t even want to be writing this damn post in the first place, so really, you’re just getting my shits. Sorry [not sorry].

Laters.


*a birthday presents sampling … uh, kinda crazy.