Yesterday, coming upstairs after work, C*****, just out of a 6 week rehab program, is letting a suspicious girl out of his apartment.
A new face in town, street person, and I run into him again later, in front of the bank with the rest of the homeless, and I'm inclined to point out this isn't the way to discard bad habits, but who am I to say and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't listen.
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Today, a modest payment on a large balance outstanding. Having done two days off with no food, cigarettes, vodka, and I have some priorities...
First is get me to the grocery store. Lots of groceries, a full bag. Pot-Stickers, Pasta, Gnocci, sauce, coffee, etc.
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A word about the Pot Stickers. The brand - "O'Tasty" - patently absurd, I mean, I'd trust it a lot better if was something like "Golden Dragon" or "Wings" but - well, the proof is in the pot-sticker. And the other - well, they're made in the USA - not a fan at the moment, but - if you want a pot sticker this is what you have to buy. I heartily endorse this product, which, when taken as recommended (instructions #1, pan fry, steam, fry again until golden) are delicious and - not on the package but trust me you'll thank me later - a tablespoon of crunchy chilies with garlic or shallots, a dash of soy sauce and a couple diced Thai chilis for dipping.
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The Second priority is to get more groceries. For this I head down to the Co-op and get some Bison meat and mushrooms and sausage and some sparkling water and other essentials. Another full bag of groceries.
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Having dropped these off at home I'm off to the third priority; which is get more groceries, sparkling water, juice, capers, etc.
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It's just 11:00 AM and my chores are done-ish, there's more, there's a few weeks of stinking laundry piled in the bedroom to be sorted and washed and so I charge the laundry card, then sit down to scroll the interwebs, read the news, make potstickers, etc.
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The groceries, well, go a few days with Mother Hubbard's cupboards and you'll understand. Food. I don't mind the intermittent fasting, but it's become too much of a thing as of late, and I'm done with all this, my figure's trim as is, I don't need it any leaner.
There are still a multitude of bills outstanding, but there are as well a multitude of cheques outstanding, and until I'm paid they'll have to wait. No bills will be paid if I've starved to death...