Pondering While Eating Gingermen . . .

Just got back from town, we don't buy food to make meals anymore, just 'quick fix' meals.  I got stuff to make chicken or steak sandwiches, chips, snack cakes, stuff like that.  We will have steak sandwiches, chicken sandwiches, hot dogs until we run out of that stuff.  For my snacks I got small cans of fruit, some snack cakes, some Pepperidge Farm Milano and Gingerman cookies, some candy.  Chips.  My drawers runneth over.  Thinking about things and getting madder and madder at the human race constantly.  It's a strange, strange world we live in, Master Jack.  And getting colder and darker every day.  But life goes on one way, or another.  Something happened with the loan shark's money, it came out now it's back.  If it's still there the 15th we're using it to live on they can go to hell.  One of the reasons I'm so hating on humans at this time.