this morning #169.

this morning, including her hair & including her face, she was smearing the sauce all over the place. when she finally realized the mess she had made with the marinade meant for the cookout, her roommates had come down the stairs & they stared at her there as the liquids did ooze out. it wasn’t the first time they’d seen this spectacle. every few months, she would find herself wound up into an early morning frenzy such as this where she took out her frustrations on innocent foodstuffs. people kept telling her to take her medication. it made her overeat & put on weight, so she’d stop taking it & start faking it until we’d get to a moment like this, with today’s cookout plans in shambles & the kitchen in much the same state.