Food follies

Y'know, I thought I was all with it. I went to the grocery store, got incredients to make things, did some cooking, tried a couple of new recipes, all good, right?

So then I discover that one of the things I made, well, it's kinda gross. Pawned it off on my mom, saying that hey, eat it if you wanna, I'm not gonna.

And then I figure out that most of the stuff I bought doesn't port well -- almost nothing I can make will be good if I keep it in the fridge at work for a coupla hours. Mind you, this was half the point of buying stuff in the first place.

And to top it off, I packed a nice lunch today, took it to work, heated it, ate it... and not only didn't it taste very good, but it totally screwed up my stomach, like I had stomach cramps for like two hours after I ate and still feel kinda bloated and lousy and on the verge of heartburn. Apparently, I won't be eating that stuff, either -- I'll either throw it out or try to pawn it off on my mom.

What a waste... and I still didn't have anything to take to work, and I'm trying so hard to not eat out, 'cause I don't need to be spending that kind of money on food when I don't really have it. I ended up going to the store on the way home to pick up a jar of pasta sauce... there's pasta in the house, so at least that's something to take for dinner, I won't starve or anything.

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There's never enough time.

If there were just a couple more hours in the day, it'd be so much better. There are times when I'd like to take time for myself, to read a book or maybe just think for a while, and I don't have the time -- it's hard to find a quiet hour or two when I shouldn't be doing something else, when I'm not being pulled toward another thing.

I sometimes think that if we all had a few extra hours, we could do great things. For all we know, someone out there has the solution to work peace locked away in their head, but they don't have the spare time to sit and think until it comes out.