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It wasn't much. I did heat up food, the last of the pork roast and veggies. Blood sugar was really high, then I remembered I had a big slug of milk. Might as well drink soda. will probably have more? I know, but, yes.
Trash and recycling, gathered, and out. There is more I would like to gather, and get out. But I can't. Barely able to stand, sit even.
Would like to game, but can't do that either. Very rough. I am absolutely crashing. It is way too early. Not sure why. No, I turned the heat up, for a bit. Doesn't matter. Never got chilled, if only because I turned the heat up about as soon as I woke up.
Someone is looking at some very exact material. Do... they understand? There is the simple. But, what they are putting together is a potential algorithm. A means of sorting things much more deeply. Everyone understands the widow, or widower. But... do they, really? Do they understand how close a man and wife gets, if they really do love each other. Beyond the platitudes, lust, and duties, but... right to who they each are. So as to want to join, literally, into one?
A dangerous undertaking. If one worth doing. Now that I remember, and... have... some basis upon which to understand? If I get the chance I will try it again. While rare, I don't think, for the right two people, it is nearly as rare as some might think. Not in America, I can't afford a wife and children here. It's just that simple, if there are other problems. But... somewhere... perhaps.
Out of bread, but I do have keto crackers. And, so, I have been having pb&j crackers. Still too many carbs, especially with milk. But there it goes. I was hungry, and out of food and else.
I had hoped to make it up into the day, but I am crashing. Just... a look around, more reading. It seems the pope has passed. They will begin the process of choosing the next one before long. So it goes.
On with... something... or nothing. A bit of tea, and milk, then on to bed.
You'd mentioned Burritos before, last couple times out with the dogs I found two Taco bells closed and shuttered???
ReplyDeleteDidn't feel like cooking or taking them for a ride this morning, so I stopped and picked up 3 cans of "that doesn't look too bad". When I opened the front door... They shot past me so fast... guess we're going for a ride.
Spied a burrito place named for a state, 1- chorizo and 1-steak. They were big, so I cut one in half and 1/4 the other. Looking forward to it... Sooo disappointed. One bite of the chorizo, I almost spit it out, was.not.good. Dogs liked it. I think I can get the steak 1/4 down (lots of hot sauce). Oh, these were "breakfast burritos", very light on the egg, heavy on the potato. Scratch another "food place" off my list. I know Taco Bell is crap, but they were consistent and you knew what taste to expect, (sometimes tasted pretty darn good). I've eaten 1/2 of the 1/4... there it sits. I can't.
Yeah, familiarity. That is why McDonalds is so big. If they would go back to frying in lard? No... because now I know, frying in anything, over and over? Is almost as bad as just using seed oil. Almost. Taste is vastly superior, but health value is similar.
ReplyDeleteThe problem with changing oil every half hour, or hour, though, isn't just cost. It is sourcing. That would be a crazy lot of oil changes, and it's a dangerous process for pimply faced teens.
Still, glad the doggies railroaded you. Danged kids! While Sassy doesn't push me to go out, she does push me beyond my thought capacity. To tend her litter boxes, or get up and feed her, or change her water. What is it? Even about some women? They... make me want to be a better man.
Tis a good thing. Which really makes me think I should find a woman. It's... a matter of doing it. I don't even mind that they are icky and half psychotic. It's the smell. Wait, that was the matrix, let me think of... another movie to quote? :p
It's that they sneak up on a guy? Or something. Yea. :p
I hate bad food. High hopes, and then... no. I have never found a chorizo I like. It all tastes like dog food, with a helping of dog poo. Never have found a good chorizo. I gave up... fifteen years ago. Never tasted it as a kid, when I was mostly fed Mexican, either. My Mexican peoples didn't eat chorizo. Strange, but true. Cabeza, menudo, casquerÃa, and else, but not that.