Not even sure when I went to bed.

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After six?  Before seven, eight?  I think before seven.  Can't be certain.  Definitely before eight?  Dark, still, but lightening?  Though, maybe not.  Just can't remember.

I have called my mom every day for the last five days, twice usually.  I had something to talk to her about, several things.  She has blocked my number.  She isn't ill, I would have heard.  So?  So be it.  Be careful with your wishes, I am... better at that.

Food today?  Not sure what I have.  Those patties, I guess.  They aren't very good, but they will do... until they are gone.  I may just have to buy burger, then make a bunch of them all at once, myself, with real hamburger... not whatever it is they use.  I'm not sure, but those are like the burgers you get at fast food these days.  God only truly knows what is really in any one of them.

Last I heard, they were averaging 77% dna beef by volume... of the ingredients that HAD dna.  There was... what... 17% by volume that had no identifiable markers?  Dog food, only with coloring and preservatives.

For a while, I thought the rich ate well.  They might spend a of money on their food, or have someone do that.  But they don't eat well.  To be honest, I think a good home in rural America, if food is a priority, eats better.  Might not be eating prime rib or ribeye, but what they eat is fresh.  Might have to cook that tough roast all day, but it's not poison to start, and spat in by Tyrone, their "cook".  It isn't rotted, but with so much sugar, salt, and else, that it can't be noticed.

Fake world, at the top.  Some of them are oddly humble that way, though many of them simply don't know the difference, as long as they get a billion more on the bottom line.  I think some of them would dumpster dive for their food, if they thought they could get away with it, rather than pay anything for something good, or even better of the worse.  Strange but true.

Me?  I try to eat well, and right, as possible.  Keeping up on dishes?  Impossible.  Keeping up on cooking, difficult.  Even keeping up on buying, thawing, and rotating food is a bit glitchy.  Hungry, but... like an old lion... not able to keep up on prey, or even eat all that well when I do find something.  I wonder how skinny I'll be when I die?  Depends on how soon I die.  The next few years, I'll still have some weight.  In five to ten, I'll be normal.  It takes a while.  After ten, I'll be bones with skin.  A lot of skin though.  That... doesn't ever really go away.  Not sure losing weight is of any use, good, not for looks.  Once you have it, you... have some portions of it.

Coffee, first.  And meds.  I took morning and night meds yesterday.  Finally hit them both.  I'll try again today.  Food?  Not for a while.  I'd... rather not eat, to be honest.  Food just doesn't sound, or taste, all that good.  Later.