I bathed, cleaned my teeth, and grocery shopped, plus wrote morning pages and had a chat with my neighbor about convid. Feels good to be clean, with my hair in a neat bun. My toothache stopped. My cough has been gone for several days now. I'm almost feeling optimistic. I guess I'll do some reading (both true crime and Mozipedia), and painting tonight, seeing as I only got up at 10AM. Maybe I'll do some autobiographical writing tonight as well. More slimy grimy storytelling. I don't know if I'll feel like it.
My hands smell of onions. I remember when a Malaysian man gave me free room and board, and he was a cook by profession, so naturally his hands smelled of onions. He only mentioned he was horny once. Never pestered me. A rare specimen, to give, without taking. I recall being disgusted that his hands smelled of onions. It was only for a second or two, but how petty of me it was. Now, whenever I smell my soup making hands, I am reminded of that pettyness, and of his kindness.