tryptophan sedation.

I HAVE HAD ENOUGH.

Of turkey, that is.

The whole week, I was wondering why my efficiency has been WAY down. And (perhaps) I've also been on some mood trip. Ups and downs.

Then I remembered reading this article about the amino acid tryptophan which is in turkey, which is supposed to induce sleepiness. Apparently it's a myth, but I don't care. It's kind of like schizophrenia, I believe it's reality, and by golly so be it.

So why the outburst? well, I had a tray-full of leftover turkey from the party last week. So what does the regular American family do with it? Make leftover turkey recipes! But by golly, I'm a family of ONE. So I had my fun, I roasted the turkey again, seasoned it with some salt and pepper, stir fried, I had turkey wings (they were humongous), curry turkey, and probably the best, sweet and sour turkey.

BUT!

THAT ENDED YESTERDAY.

After realizing that my low efficiency was caused by my act of social responsibility of not wasting turkey, I will hereby dispose of the rest of the leftovers.

Oh, all the dark meat.

And by the way, that seemingly inedible-yet-scrumptious-looking part of the wing? (the wing itself, yes that pointy/bony one), DAVID was supposed to eat it that night (apparently it's his favorite part of roasted poultry)! now it's just lifeless and frozen in my fridge. About to be sent to the dumpster.

But I just can't believe that I have actually been living a slob's life. No wonder I couldn't get up during my routine Monday/Wednesday morning runs. No wonder I kept on falling asleep on my finance homeworks. No wonder I find myself occasionally staring blankly at the professor.

The turkey sedated me. I was numb the entire past week.

So yeah, unless Africa comes knocking on my door asking for the turkey, I won't even bother sending it over.

First (apparently, my prof demands that I use "first" and not "firstly": it's grammatically incoherent), the turkey has been a week old. Granted that it's been frozen, which theoretically means it can survive for a month, it would just be nasty sending a week-old bird across continents.

Second, it would be cost-inefficiency to put that turkey into a carbon-ice box and fedex it over. why not just send money and get them to buy a dozen whoppers? Hello obesity!

Most importantly, KNOCK KNOCK. Remember? I'm sedated! That 16.5 lb. turkey just struck me with local anesthesia. I'm out cold. I can't even get out of my bed on time nowadays. How do you expect me to get to the post office before 5pm?!?! I'll be late!

So fare thee well, oh-so-generous turkey. 'Til we meet again next year. And hopefully, I won't be sick of your turkey aroma anymore by then.

and, as steff would say...

*sobz*

I'M OUT!!!