A bit late.

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Didn't wake until around 5:30.  Was so exhausted yesterday.  And... kept getting and sending texts even after 16:30, well after.  Last bits and keeping my friend in the loop.  Received a final text much later, but didn't respond until... 4:30 this morning?  Woke, was sure I had received it, so responded.  Thought about waking, couldn't quite yet, so another hour of sleep.  Or... give or take?  It's how it was remembered.  Who knows, for certain, though.

Next.  I'll get coffee, feed Sassy, check her litter. get her water, sit and wake.  Then a shower.  Right away, and dressed to go when the bank opens.  Taking items to be returned, picking up the check, getting more tie-down cords... leave them as a gift for the use of the trailer.  Perhaps food, out.

Would rather eat here at home, but it is impossibly to cook, and keep up, and do half a day of driving, plus business on business, on top of else.  The truth is, if you work, and really need food for it, the chances of diy'ing that, and working even part time, is nil.  You'll kill yourself trying, one way or the other.

So... eating out it is.  And, while fast food is bad?  Most "breakfast" type restaurants are worse.  How?  I don't know all the details.  But I haven't eaten at a "sit down" breakfast restaurant in twenty years and not gotten, or sensed, diarrhea.  I quit about four years ago.  Doesn't matter how much you pay, there isn't a true premium restaurant.  My guess?  The fats they use are usually rancid.  And they use the cheapest and worst they can find on the market on top of them being rancid.  It could also be the griddle.  If they don't keep it clean, and put fresh fats on that, it will impart rancidity.  Though it could be both, a double shot of that stuff.

Are the eggs too fresh, or too old.  Butter?  Is it actually even butter?  I know the cream isn't cream.  Read the label, or... gave it my best shot.  So, yes, no Pancake House, or Denny's, or... any of those.  McDonalds is actually much better, healthier.  Their griddles are clean.  They use the cheapest of the worst.  Though it isn't rancid.  And I am all but sure it isn't sewer oil, the restaurants I'm not convinced.

Picky?  That... isn't picky.  That is simply facing reality.  If I didn't need food, I wouldn't eat out.  But I really do need something.  I did eat out yesterday, but not much.  My friend has a favorite place.  We went.  Expensive, and to my mind?  Terrible.  But, I would gladly take him any time he does me such a favor.  I just realize he... doesn't... have great taste in food.  :p  No hatred, just... reality.

The burger was edible.  The fries weren't.  The soda was off.  The fish in the fish and chips were... bad.  But, the burger was just the flimsiest of A&W type burgers.  Prepackaged in a glass factory in China, from glue horses.  Seriously.  Okay, I may be picky?  But I'm not wrong, either.  I'll split that with you.  To be honest, I am not even all that happy with the Five Friends, Brothers?  Or In-n-Out.  I think their burger is real, just In-n-Out adds the pink slurry, and The Five one uses peanut oil... basically another seed oil.  Peanuts are legumes, not nuts, but even so the oil isn't the best.  If they used lard and/or tallow, I would otherwise eat there.  Not sure why they cut that.  It couldn't have been for health.  And the cost wouldn't have been that much?  Though, perhaps, health doesn't really matter in deep fried food?  One use and it is all toxic.  If It isn't all that good on the first shot.  It almost doesn't matter which oil.  Ugh.

Anyway... a lot more information than you wanted.  But the truth.  Though, I realize, people don't want the truth.  They want merely what they want.  When they can get it.  And, they just might kill you to get it.  I leave them to it, but do my own thing.  If, too, I will be eating a lesser food today, out of simple necessity.  But!  I do know.  I just don't have enough options, time, energy, and else to do much more than grumble while I dine on inferior food.  At least I know.  And will keep it light, small, minimal.

Meh.  On to tending a cat, getting coffee, and beginning the day.  Later.