Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

My bentos are neither this pretty nor this anthropomorphic.

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So, still crampy and bleed-y, but not terribly nauseated today, so hooray!  On with the jollity!

I haven’t been packing my usual adorable lunches that make my coworkers jealous lately, but I need to get back to it.  It makes lunch so much more enticing when the carrots are shaped like flowers and the crackers are in a panda bear tupperware.  (Not gonna lie, a fair amount of my bento containers come from the baby aisle at my local dollar store.)  Ever since my first trip to the 100 yen store in town, I’ve been pretty hooked.  My next plan is to remember where I saw that affordable sushi making starter kit, because I would happily eat sushi most days if it were just a matter of getting together some veggies, rice, seaweed, and ‘crab’ or making tamagoyaki and making a roll for myself.  Mmmm, want.  I’m not doing the thing where you make your hard-boiled egg look like there’s a chick inside, though – that shit’s creepy.

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