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Fortunately or no, I didn't get drunk last night like I wrote I would, but I eventually got to sleep fairly well, and slept until around nine o'clock this morning. That hasn't happened for a couple of nights. I hardly ever have trouble with insomnia, but infrequently I do. I got a fair idea of why, but it is just speculation. Not sleeping well has a tendency to mess with my mind.
Sometime I get so disgusted when some crap I cook isn't even passable. The use of spices helps, but the stuff I cooked last night was ruined by my use of spices. I guess I have a tendency to overdo it sometime. When will I win millions and millions in the lottery and have enough money to hire a cook.
One of the biggest problems I have cooking currently is the diet I've chosen for myself. Basically this "diet" consists of me not eating gluten and dairy products. I am not sure why, but my reasoning is that something I'm eating is causing me problems and the other "diets" I've indulged don't seem to have helped.
Not eating meat doesn't help at all. I've done enough of that to know it's not helping me, although I assume from reading other people's testimonies that it does help other people. It depends on a person's genetics maybe. My father was a prize-winning cattle breeder. We had steak to eat even when we had nothing else. He lived to be 88 years old and my mother lived to be 93 years old.
This Assurance phone I got for free because I'm so poor doesn't work. I call the number from my old touch-tone phone and it sends my call to voice mail, and then when I call voice mail over the cell phone to get my own message it tells me I'm not connected to the network. What a drag, man.
Maybe it's just me. I've never had a cell phone before. I probably ain't doing it right. It's not like it matters, but I wouldn't trust it for my home phone if I can't even pick up the network from here. The people who sent it to me seem concerned that it doesn't work for me, but they're in India. What good is that?
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
