Restock

the larder has run out of stock .lucky pension was banked in and i rushed to restock food for stomach and brain.bought grocery healthy food like quinoa n milllet noodle,olive oil,non gluten bread mix,stevia n monk fruit sweetener and blueberry from south africa n cameron strawberry.gonna bake pumpkin bread w blueberry topping tonite cause jun eats like a pig.maybe make avocado tart for breakfast.the avocado puree simplot from mexico is pretty decent as an avocado mousse.cheaper and healthier to eat home baked goodies as i use stevia sugar n ome ga eggs. browsing thro bòokshop book excess,i saw a discounted copy of Kurt Vonnegut novel mother night.at rm 15,it was a cheap price to pay for a good laugh at black satire.i love irrevetential humour. the plot centers on the trial of a guy for war crimes as a spy for the US military.the question was provocative ,Can a black ot white verdict ever be reached in a world thats a gazilion shades of grey? vonnegut spent time as a prisoner of war in Dresden.but he mitigates the horror he saw by writing in comical understated trite comments . If we had gone above the underground bunker to look,we would have been turned into artifacts charactetistic of fire atoms:seeming pieces of charred firewood two or three feet long-ridiculously small human beings,or jumbo fried grasshoppers,if you will. .theres a clear moral to this tale,now that i think about it.When youte dead,youre dead. and yet another moral occurs to me now:make love when y

ou can.its good for you. he confirms my suspicion why American GIs have a high sex drive when they are on R&R leave during the Vietnam and Korean war.they left behind many mixed race kids borne from one nite stands with local prostitutes,the go go bars were where the Darwinian law was unleashed as survival of the fittest meant they had to preserve the future generations DNA and continue familial lineage because you never know during the next round of duty,they may be bombed to pieces.so they make hay or oops babies while the sun shines cause tomorrow may never come for some