Corned beef and cabbage.

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Well, and some carrots as well.  Quite nice.  With all the meats thawed, I put everything else up, save this.  Cooked and now eaten, part of it.  Should be a good food for a few more days.  And, tomorrow, I will cook more, if not the rest, of the meat.  With fennel seed, and the rest of the spices I prefer in sausage, I'll mix the burger and ground pork, with the spice, and use the stewings from the corned beef and cabbage, as well as fresh veggies, to make a meatball soup... stew.  Though I will just make the meatballs tomorrow.  The stew ill have to wait until I finish the corned beef.

Wonderful.  I really wanted more.  But, I am trying to make meals last.  So, I did have two servings, but... smaller servings.  Enough to have three, maybe four, meals out of this.  Fantastic, actually.  Either you enjoy corned beef this way, or you don't.  I do.

I'm not getting to much.  I keep... hoping, trying.  I'll get back on insulin tonight.  Could that be the problem?  I don't know.  I feel off it weeks ago, and haven't been able to both remember, then actually get back on it.  Remembered, a few times.  But... it just didn't work to get me back on it.  So tired.

The group is planning some things.  I volunteered, for a number of times.  Not every time, and one time is only potential.  But, I'd like to try to get on in there.  Though... I actually should ask if I am... wanted.  They may consider me too much of an outsider.  I'll send an email shortly.  No, I... won't say what was said.  That... will be private.  I... understand if I don't belong.  I do.  Can't change things, what is, just is.

Watched a movie... Crazy Eights.  There are times where I don't remember things, from my past.  But I know there are dark things back there.  Though, I don't think in that way.  I remember, when living in Ruthven?  I think so...  Being told that... people like me are found hanged.  I was four or six or eight?  I... can't remember, not exactly.

This was by an adult, the father of the household we were staying with.  It... wasn't a threat, by him.  Just... letting me know, something, that danger existed.  And, to a degree, that no one would... help, or have much concern.  So, yes, I... know...  I don't always belong.  Fair enough.  Would rather be open, and honest, about things.  Yes, I... do get it.  Still, however it goes, so it goes.

More music.  Old, some new.  I've been... avoiding, stalling, ignoring, but...  Of course, it just gets to me.  Someone is hitting all the notes.

Well, and... giving me a ticket?

Hold on, sister.  I... just post what I see.  I can only see through my eyes... well... mostly.  But I do see, and I realize someone is sampling and spilling the beans.  Hate me, accuse me, whatever.  I'm telling you, some signs are so easy to see.  Cat scat does not go unnoticed, even if she buries it deep.  I see.  Smell too.  :p

A horny devil, or a curious kid?  I... in any case... doubt if I am alone?

Later.