Hungry Ghost's Daily Diet (TM)

Cheese today. The mission today is to find 10 year old cheese for my personal consumption. Some things you don't share. You simply DO. NOT. And that's the only thing on the agenda unless RP manages to find time in his schedule for me today. If not, he's fired too. Ya.

Hey - if I can't smite, and if big hands don't come down from clouds to smite on my behalf, I can at least do some firing no?

Anyway, cheese. That's on the agenda today. And maybe a nice dark coffee, but not made at home nor by Sasha. I was thinking of doing laundry today, but have decided against it. OH yes, one other thing, must track down a VIFF program or else I shall suffer the caustic whiplash of Dr. C's acerbic tongue. And whatever you think, you don't want to have him look at you, extract all your insecurities, inconsistencies and general mental malaise from your brain, much as one does to the flesh of a walnut with a hook, and zero in on the weakest link in your psyche. And we all know, what a delicate, fragile (like a rare Limoges plate), esoteric and Saint-like for the most part psyche I have. Had. For I'm letting Sauron into my life.

But first my cheese - I think Les Amis du Fromage will be my vendor of choice in this matter.

Assholes: I'm also becoming exhausted with the assholes who plague me at all times of the day. Let's start with the Insurance company who has decided to only cover one root-canal per tooth per life (their words), which means they've declined to pay for the upcoming treatment that is necessary so that I can enjoy my cheese without pain. Bastards. ASSHOLES. For that, I shall indulge in every single treatment that is covered by them whether I need it or not just so they'll have to fork out payments in my name. I shall develop new neuroses, I shall claim to need reading glasses, I shall manufacture new aches in yet-undiscovered joints. See if I don't. Let's then move on to people who don't keep their end of the bargain - Double Bastards. Double ASSHOLES. Too many people in this category for me to enumerate. See whether listen to your dubious advice (in fact, I always thought your advice was dubious so why did I even listen? Too Saint-like, I'm afraid) anymore. No wait! More nefarious - I will pretend to listen, and encourage you in your delusions so that you do even more stupid things. Oh - what a delicious scheme. Much like what's her name in what's his name's book about the Garden of Eden, where what's her name laughs and decides to kill her madam with kindness and cream-filled pastries. Why that makes me a literary and delicious schemer. Why the hell not? After all, there was a reason, even though I refuted it at the time, when JDB saw me and asked whether everything was alright.

Today is the last day of September, and I embark upon a new endeavour tomorrow, for things have been a bit overwhelming of late, and I have to do something about it. So I have a plan - it may work, it may not. I don't know yet, but it's worth a shot. I have nothing to lose,


Finally, pore Daniel has his heart broken. So sad. But after all, it's all biology. Who knew he was younger than me? You'd never think it though.