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This is me again trying to wrtie like Hemingway. I washed the dishes. Father said wash the dishes as soon as you wake up in the morning. So I did. I took the sponge and knowing that it would smell bad, I still stuck my nose to it and gave a hearty inhale. It smelt like bad breath, or maybe I was smelling my own bad breath. I don't brush my teeth immediately like every one else does. Anyway I scrubbed the kaldero and imagined I was a chief chef doing himself favors. What? I scrubbed. I put more dishwashing liquid and scrubbed again. It was a masterpiece and and thaned me self for my good job. Lady Magalpok said that I should keep my house clean. Lady Magalpok is a *****, she ****s two men at a time, her father and her dog.

Ah, so. I went to the rice dispenser and took 3 cups of rice and wached the rice, drained the water and put 4.5 cups of water. I placed the kaldero in the rice cooker and clicked on the "cook" button. Now why all this unnecessary ceremony on rice? I hate rice, it makes me fat. And it tastes like water, it doesn't taste like anything. You have to put your ulam to appreciate your rice. I received a message. It's from Lady Magalpok. It says "elow". Good morning to you too, *****. Lucky you I didn't load my cellphone.