Didn’t do much writing today. I didn’t do much except make wings. Not bad for a first attempt. This Instant Pot is amazing. It can do anything. It can, I shit you not, sterilize surgical instruments. It is such a relief to know that if I suddenly have to operate on a guest who’s over for my delicious 15-minute wings, they can now rest assured knowing that I’m using sterile instruments.
This thing can allegedly make chocolate cake. I might give that a shot later on tonight. I’m pretty sure that with only a few minor modifications, I can turn this into a still to make desk whiskey. My God…imagine it, dear reader…yrs. truly, sitting at this very desk, composing culture-shifting prose between bites of my homemade wings, washing it all down with a belt or two of homemade desk whiskey. Hot damn. I like this decade already.

N.P.: “Magdalena” – A Perfect Circle