Time, days & weeks have lost meaning in my mind. If you were to ask me what happened on a certain time I wouldn’t be able to tell you the month at this point. I’m scrambled. I suppose it happens to everyone at times. Where they spin away from the normal constraints of time. Where the mind doesn’t recognize yesterday from a week ago. It’s lack of sleep. When you don’t sleep, time isn’t real anymore. I can’t sleep. So I’ve lost all sense of time. I couldn’t likely tell you if what I did yesterday was yesterday of last week. It’s getting pretty bad. F***ing insomnia. I’ve kind of lost all give a f***’s. In a week that mushroom grew.
I solved a puzzle. The curator for the museum needed help and I obliged. What we thought needed to be done didn’t work and I couldn’t let it leave me. I had to solve it. It was one of the more satisfying things I’d done in a while. It just took some thought. I couldn’t get my mind around the first f*** up. How does cutting an inch make and object bigger. Mystery. But I figured out how to make it work. Puzzles. I like games. It was a game in my head.
I bloated myself this week. The Physics department. I followed my nose. I found lasagna and Texas toast and salad. No one was around. I decided f*** it. Of course a professor saw me toward the end. He was also following his nose. It turned out he and I ended up running into each other at the food bar the next 3 days out of coincidence. I found that funny. More or less the Physics/Geology department fed me all week.
I resumed my duty as shuttle boy. Facilities guys saw me moving all sorts of ladies here and there. I was questioned about it. It’s hot outside. If they need a ride & I’m not busy why the heck not. Save some time and keep them from getting sticky gross. Have they never thought to offer a ride? Seems a courteous thing to do. Am I just that hospitable? In all honesty, it gives me something to do and I enjoy the conversation. And I’m out of the office.
Friday. It finally rolled around. I awoke in a land of confusion. Work was rather comical. We had our traditional burritos. This has been going on for almost a year now. What should we do for the anniversary? The burrito I got was extra. I had to eat it with a freaking fork. Let’s just say lunch was not needed. Boy howdy the day drug on. Burning time at a snails pace. By the time it all ended I really could of used a drink.
Jalapeño
I made me some delicious Italian nachos.
Brunch for dinner again. This time I tried my own take on the avocado toast. I topped min with a devil egg salad and some jalapeño.
This meal was so difficult to make. Jamie gave me the recipe and I immediately thought failure. But I succeeded. Ground chicken and secrets.
Leftovers repurposed into lettuce tacos.
Chicken Alfredo over broccoli. I added some super hot jalapeño and spinach. So good but it kicked my a**. Not the most attractive meal but fantastic.
It was National Orange Chicken Day so that what I made. It’s been a while since I’ve done the stir fry.
I worked with what I had. Made a double green chili burger. Why not. I felt disgusting. It was delicious. Kill me.
Cocktail of the Week: An aged beer. almost 3 years.
En Fuego 