In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Erin. How are you feeling, my darling? I suppose you are very busy. It's that time of year where you be sports rep, right? Then it's the holiday shopping season. I guess it's not going to pause much for you anytime soon. Praise be to Allah. Be sure you eat properly and get enough rest. I love you, and I need you.
There's nothing special going on here. I spent the morning running errands. I took the weed whacker to the repair shop, went to the pharmacy, then the supermarket. After voice training, I hosed down my Mom's kitchen floor. Breakfast was a tortilla with marinara sauce, lunch was half a chicken breast, and dinner was 2 cups of steamed rice with anchovies. That's nice and moderate, isn't it? All this activity is making me lazy, though.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150919
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Aaaaaarghh!!! The grass cutter died again! If it doesn't start tomorrow morning, I'm going to have to take it downtown. One week of inactivity because of all that rain, and now it won't start. I think that machine is a workaholic. It wants to work until it dies, otherwise it dies. Not like me- I'm a lazy butt.
Oh hi, Erin! You're such a sweetheart, Erin. Mwah! I pray you're feeling well. Are you eating properly, and getting enough rest? I think after a certain point in life, we get eating habits that we inexplicably can't change. Like a chronic dieter eventually cannot ingest any food at all. I think the key is to eat the right amount every time. Which is hard to gauge, because lust is involved. I could easily down 2 dozen hot wings and a 12 inch pizza in one sitting, but I don't do that anymore. I was telling Floofy this morning when I was cleaning out the cat box, "Look, this is the right amount of poop for you: just 2 average sized turds each day, because you're fat and you don't do anything but sleep all day. You don't have to eat more than that, then puke it out!" Not that I'm saying that you do the same thing Floofy does, but you're smart and experienced enough to know what sustains you through work and makes you happy, now that you're a sensitive and feminine movie star. So please take care of your precious self, and be balanced OK? I love you, and I need you.
Aaaaaarghh!!! The grass cutter died again! If it doesn't start tomorrow morning, I'm going to have to take it downtown. One week of inactivity because of all that rain, and now it won't start. I think that machine is a workaholic. It wants to work until it dies, otherwise it dies. Not like me- I'm a lazy butt.
Oh hi, Erin! You're such a sweetheart, Erin. Mwah! I pray you're feeling well. Are you eating properly, and getting enough rest? I think after a certain point in life, we get eating habits that we inexplicably can't change. Like a chronic dieter eventually cannot ingest any food at all. I think the key is to eat the right amount every time. Which is hard to gauge, because lust is involved. I could easily down 2 dozen hot wings and a 12 inch pizza in one sitting, but I don't do that anymore. I was telling Floofy this morning when I was cleaning out the cat box, "Look, this is the right amount of poop for you: just 2 average sized turds each day, because you're fat and you don't do anything but sleep all day. You don't have to eat more than that, then puke it out!" Not that I'm saying that you do the same thing Floofy does, but you're smart and experienced enough to know what sustains you through work and makes you happy, now that you're a sensitive and feminine movie star. So please take care of your precious self, and be balanced OK? I love you, and I need you.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150918
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey there, my darling Erin Sweetie! How are you feeling, my beloved? I want you to know how beautiful you are, and how cute you look with blue hair. I love you with all my heart, and I need you. Don't ever get plastic surgery, because you don't need it OK? Please age naturally and gracefully, for it is the most dignified and beautiful. I will take care of you inshaAllah.
How's your tummy doing? Are you having trouble digesting food? Last night I had severe heartburn, or gastritis. or acid reflux disease. Gastritis is dangerous because persistent gastritis causes ulcers and stomach cancer. But since I do my own cooking I hardly ever get heartburn, and I didn't eat anything to warrant it last night. Everything was mild. Just sliced chicken breast, scrambled eggs and lettuce in a tortilla. This is because yesterday was very stressful compounded with my being sick, and that affected my sensitive stomach. The more successful you get, it will affect your stomach. So please try to prepare your own meals whenever possible, and focus on what doesn't hurt your tummy. A back massage would help relax your stomach. If I had known I would get heartburn last night, I would have eaten only plain bread or plain steamed rice. If you don't have time to cook, then please keep it simple. Eat only at places you trust.
Hey there, my darling Erin Sweetie! How are you feeling, my beloved? I want you to know how beautiful you are, and how cute you look with blue hair. I love you with all my heart, and I need you. Don't ever get plastic surgery, because you don't need it OK? Please age naturally and gracefully, for it is the most dignified and beautiful. I will take care of you inshaAllah.
How's your tummy doing? Are you having trouble digesting food? Last night I had severe heartburn, or gastritis. or acid reflux disease. Gastritis is dangerous because persistent gastritis causes ulcers and stomach cancer. But since I do my own cooking I hardly ever get heartburn, and I didn't eat anything to warrant it last night. Everything was mild. Just sliced chicken breast, scrambled eggs and lettuce in a tortilla. This is because yesterday was very stressful compounded with my being sick, and that affected my sensitive stomach. The more successful you get, it will affect your stomach. So please try to prepare your own meals whenever possible, and focus on what doesn't hurt your tummy. A back massage would help relax your stomach. If I had known I would get heartburn last night, I would have eaten only plain bread or plain steamed rice. If you don't have time to cook, then please keep it simple. Eat only at places you trust.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150917
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Good evening, my dearest Erin! What a day, huh? It's cold, grey, and surreal here right now. I like the cold. I heat up pretty quickly, so I prefer the cold. I still have a fever, but it's not so bad, so I stopped taking drugs, but it doesn't feel like it. I made chicken and egg burritos for dinner. I gave Floofy some chicken. She likes my cooking. Would you like some? I love you, and I need you.
I had just been watching the Yardbirds story. Look, it's Nigel Tufnel! I guess I am an old school type of musician. But that's not entirely true: I'm too young to be in a classic rock band, and too old to be in any sort of band. Plus, I have no friends. What would I play if I joined a classic rock band? Guitar? Bass? Drums? Sing? I would be relegated to bass I'm sure. so the icons can shine again. That's the problem of being in a band, it's a battle of egos. I played bass when I was in a band long ago, because I wanted to be humble and let it be all about "the band". But the egos always seem to take over, regardless of whether or not people in the band are financially secure. Especially when the people are talented. Egos. Dog eaters. Do I have an ego? I'm not perfect, so I'm sure I do. Ya Allah, please forgive me for my flaws. I just want to make music my own way, because I'm an old man. I just want to stick to my own agenda. Plus, I don't have to tour. I think I'll play some guitar tonight. Just for fun.
Good evening, my dearest Erin! What a day, huh? It's cold, grey, and surreal here right now. I like the cold. I heat up pretty quickly, so I prefer the cold. I still have a fever, but it's not so bad, so I stopped taking drugs, but it doesn't feel like it. I made chicken and egg burritos for dinner. I gave Floofy some chicken. She likes my cooking. Would you like some? I love you, and I need you.
I had just been watching the Yardbirds story. Look, it's Nigel Tufnel! I guess I am an old school type of musician. But that's not entirely true: I'm too young to be in a classic rock band, and too old to be in any sort of band. Plus, I have no friends. What would I play if I joined a classic rock band? Guitar? Bass? Drums? Sing? I would be relegated to bass I'm sure. so the icons can shine again. That's the problem of being in a band, it's a battle of egos. I played bass when I was in a band long ago, because I wanted to be humble and let it be all about "the band". But the egos always seem to take over, regardless of whether or not people in the band are financially secure. Especially when the people are talented. Egos. Dog eaters. Do I have an ego? I'm not perfect, so I'm sure I do. Ya Allah, please forgive me for my flaws. I just want to make music my own way, because I'm an old man. I just want to stick to my own agenda. Plus, I don't have to tour. I think I'll play some guitar tonight. Just for fun.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150916
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, beautiful girl! How is the most beautiful girl in the world feeling today? I love you so much. Of course, I need you. Oh me? I still have a fever. It has been raining a lot. I'm certain this is the same storm that hit Mecca on Saturday, but watered down for us in Perlis because God is being nice. There's something in the air that my nose can't handle, but I managed to get through voice training without getting a heart attack, and now I'm starting to feel better. I think singing is therapeutic. I'm still a bit woozy, but I'm starting to meow again.
I had to eat a lot to give the fever something to burn. Lunch was pretty good. I made those sausage and tofu burritos in marinara sauce again, with fresh tomatoes and roasted peppers. Tofu and marinara sauce is a perfect match. You must try it sometime. Dinner was beef and potatoes with tortillas. Very filling. Very filling.
Hi there, beautiful girl! How is the most beautiful girl in the world feeling today? I love you so much. Of course, I need you. Oh me? I still have a fever. It has been raining a lot. I'm certain this is the same storm that hit Mecca on Saturday, but watered down for us in Perlis because God is being nice. There's something in the air that my nose can't handle, but I managed to get through voice training without getting a heart attack, and now I'm starting to feel better. I think singing is therapeutic. I'm still a bit woozy, but I'm starting to meow again.
I had to eat a lot to give the fever something to burn. Lunch was pretty good. I made those sausage and tofu burritos in marinara sauce again, with fresh tomatoes and roasted peppers. Tofu and marinara sauce is a perfect match. You must try it sometime. Dinner was beef and potatoes with tortillas. Very filling. Very filling.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150915
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my beloved Erin. How are you feeling today? I pray that you are feeling healthy and confident, because I love you and I need you. As for me, the sniffles progressed into a fever, but I'm OK. There's nothing all too special going on over here today, my love. My budget doesn't permit spending right now, so I'm eating what I already have. For dinner I had fries. Yeah, just plain fries: potatoes sliced into strips and tossed in corn flour, then fried to a golden brown. Lunch was more interesting. I steamed the snapper head to be used as broth for my noodles. The best part of the snapper head is the meat behind the eyes! Never give that to a cat!
Hello there, my beloved Erin. How are you feeling today? I pray that you are feeling healthy and confident, because I love you and I need you. As for me, the sniffles progressed into a fever, but I'm OK. There's nothing all too special going on over here today, my love. My budget doesn't permit spending right now, so I'm eating what I already have. For dinner I had fries. Yeah, just plain fries: potatoes sliced into strips and tossed in corn flour, then fried to a golden brown. Lunch was more interesting. I steamed the snapper head to be used as broth for my noodles. The best part of the snapper head is the meat behind the eyes! Never give that to a cat!
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150914
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin. Yeah, I'm feeling a bit sedate. Ever since I became a better singer, my nose became more sensitive. Much of my voice goes out my nose, you see. So a bit of dust from cleaning my parents' bedroom this morning gave me the sniffles. **sniffle**. Again. I don't know if I would get through my Hajj without incident. Anyway, I had to dump my sinus fluids again. But this time I measured the procedure: it took 90 minutes for a complete dump, for half a cup of snot. Ick. But I'm firmly convinced that infected sinus fluids are extremely dangerous, and tissue papers don't do an adequate job of removing and suppressing. Of course the body regenerates the stuff, but at least most of the infected snot is out of the way.
But anyway, I didn't feel like cooking in the evening. So I went to Ina's for rice, but she had sold out twice today. So I cooked up some potatoes and sausage for dinner. Tasted OK. Filling. I'm going to take it easy tonight. I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. You are my beautiful Erin. I love you, and I need you.
Hi Erin. Yeah, I'm feeling a bit sedate. Ever since I became a better singer, my nose became more sensitive. Much of my voice goes out my nose, you see. So a bit of dust from cleaning my parents' bedroom this morning gave me the sniffles. **sniffle**. Again. I don't know if I would get through my Hajj without incident. Anyway, I had to dump my sinus fluids again. But this time I measured the procedure: it took 90 minutes for a complete dump, for half a cup of snot. Ick. But I'm firmly convinced that infected sinus fluids are extremely dangerous, and tissue papers don't do an adequate job of removing and suppressing. Of course the body regenerates the stuff, but at least most of the infected snot is out of the way.
But anyway, I didn't feel like cooking in the evening. So I went to Ina's for rice, but she had sold out twice today. So I cooked up some potatoes and sausage for dinner. Tasted OK. Filling. I'm going to take it easy tonight. I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. You are my beautiful Erin. I love you, and I need you.
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