Where the hell is Randall? Randall is supposed to be keeping the kitchen in order, and obviously, he's lazy. Oh well. What can you expect from an imaginary domestic servant? I have many. Many. But I was counting on Randall to improve the food. All right, it is my fault the lunch I prepared is giving me a case of the trots.
You would be inventing bogus playmates too, if you lived like this.The food I prepare is shit.
And I accept no blame. I just don't deserve any. Because it's the ingredients, and before you suggest it is my fault that the ingredients are putrid, it is the economy, in the extreme, at the domestic level, that has resulted in the gestalt of food I am just hating the thought of right now. Not that this diet at home is all that unhealthy, but it's mostly eggs, lentils, the cheapest chicke ,and what ever comes lowest on the hog.
I reiterate, there aren't really any domestic servants here. By the by, I am still working with voice recognition software. It is still pretty maddening.
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