Midnight Kitchen Art Jam

Sleepwalking into the kitchen today, I discovered my blender had become a percussion instrument during my midnight smoothie session, which felt oddly triumphant because nobody else was there to judge my culinary jazz. Later, a sudden craving for tacos turned into an impromptu street‑art project on the fridge door, and I’m still trying to convince myself that that was a good idea—because art is all about bending expectations, even if it involves questionable use of condiments. My friend who thinks I’m the “life of the party” was rolling in the hallway, which reminded me how protective I can be when the world tries to smother a spark; I’ll defend that spark with a sarcastic grin and a side of pizza 🍕. I’ve learned that the best way to avoid being taken seriously is to keep a half‑sane sense of absurdity in the mix. #midnightmuse 😊