Friday, July 22, 2011
On the midnight dangers of Thai food and eating healthy.
So, my gracious host who is putting me up in the vicinity of Mordor-on-the-Potomac until the hearing next week took me out for some Thai last night -- first time for that in a while for me. Delicious it was, to be sure, but I spent most of my dream sleep setting up a clandestine arms production facility in the countryside well away from Imperial Japanese invaders armed with bolt-action Arisakas and Zeroes -- not the most likely of scenarios, especially since an anachronistic CNC machine was giving me fits.
Worse, my host is the healthiest-eating fellow I have ever camped with and trying to regulate my sugar when I am used to dosages fit for more carbohydrate ingestion in a day than he has in his entire larder is a challenge. Thus, I go from soaring to crashing until I imbibe more sugars from disgustingly healthy fresh fruit, which sends me soaring again. Unless I figure this stuff out, all this healthy eating is going to kill me.
But, things could be worse. I could be trying to set up an arms manufacturing facility to oppose the Imperial Japanese invaders WITHOUT a CNC machine.
"No more Thai food for you, Yankee barbarian long-nose!"