Rumbling system and strange dreams.

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Food hasn't been tasting good to me lately.  My cooking, theirs, or fast food.  Nothing.  Salami and cheese, sure, but can't eat that for every meal.  While I was in town the other day shopping, I noticed some thick cut ribeyes on sale a third off (still very expensive, mind you).  They looked really good, and they were truly thick.  I bought two, one for the freezer, one to be ready when I was.  Yesterday I was ready.

I spent a lot of time with that steak.  I gave it an open lid grill, on both sides, to start it off.  Just enough to get it's attention.  Then, with the coals and day being cool, I had to, and did, figure out how to get that steak much closer to those coals.  At which time I pretty much babysat it.  The broad and thin(ner) sides or edges you might say, each getting their turn unto the fat was well browned.  Not too long on any part, turning as if dancing with the coals.  I can still cook, it seems.  It was slightly more done than I like, but no more than a medium.  And the flavor?  While a little bloodier would have been nicer, I was quite satisfied.  More than that, I know my taste buds aren't completely on the fritz.  A pound and an half of some of the best ribeye I have eaten.  As an added bonus?  If you want a "cleanser", there is nothing like the equivalent of a bull moving through your internals to... see you through to the light at the end of that dark and dirty tunnel.  Of course, that woke me a bit early with a twisted internals that had to be sorted out.  A price gladly paid, mind you.

Don't worry, I probably have been fussier lately, regarding food.  When you get really ill, sometimes it is difficult to enjoy food, or even to eat it.  The ribeye was, in the medium run, a one-trick pony.  It won't work for a while again.  Though next week, or the week after, I sure hope to try that trick again.  I'm working on things.  I just... had to see.  Then again, if food had gone downhill, and quality has been greatly reduced (which I am wondering, as a general rule), if the steak hadn't tasted good...  I don't know?  I suppose I am simply looking for evidence, or signs and portents, or... something.  That the steak tasted good isn't even evidence of an absolute sort.  It may indicate that my taste buds are correct, so that my general perceptions are... more correct.  Dunno, just... thinking.  Or my preferences have done a 180, mostly, somewhere in there.  Things I used to like just aren't cutting it, often.  Dunno!

I didn't do much work yesterday.  I would like to say I didn't do any, but I thought I did some small things.  Can't exactly remember.  My memory isn't bad, except when I am waken after five hours of sleep with a twisted gut.  So, I'm just not fully awake.

Dreams?  In the first, I was about to marry a woman.  Thinking that would be great trouble, somehow I thought marrying two sisters instead might be better.  And, I think, as per the dream, the sisters were better than the first woman.  But they weren't optimal either.  I seemed to be skipping and hopping trying to get and give without selling it all, or losing it all.  As it turns out, while the double wedding day was approaching, my first fiancee slipped me a mickey that required I be put in stasis for 500 years.  I woke from that stasis, never having know quite what hit me, but quite well set up financially.  Either the woman who drugged me, the two sisters I was set to wed, or all three, went in to make sure I was geared when I woke.  Well worth it.  I was just a little more cautious with dating after that.  No problems marrying more than one woman, just not at the same time.  Stagger, lad, that's all I'm saying.  *grins*

The other dream just slipped away.  I liked it almost as much.  Something about something, with a quirky grin at the end, like above but not pertaining to women.  Gosh I like my dreams sometimes.  When I'm not being chopped up and served as soup, or losing all my people, that is.  Then again, at least with the soup ones, sometimes I end up choking my enemy, or... getting him in the end.  *wink*  Don't quit on even bad dreams, sometimes it all comes out right... at least for you.

I really hope to get some work done today.  I don't even care what.  Three or four small to larger jobs would be great, but I will take what I can.  I may need a nap later on.  Oh, and I will call my doctor to see about setting up another appointment this coming month.  I want to give it more time before I see him again.  I can't afford monthlies anyway.  Who can... no offense, ladies.  *wink*  :p  Yeah, in a bit of an ornery mood, and who better to pick on than the claw and teeth half of our species?  "You can't say that!"  *Rhawr!*  Ah, but I just did.  Hmm... time to go play with the cats.  Here kitty kitty kitty!  I may not be a 300 pound canary (which would say that last), but I am 300 pounds.  :)

Later.