Gradually trying to expand my cooking range, I tried something new last night, a rice pilaf with roasted almonds and baked jerk-rub chicken.

It was decent, but I should have grilled or pan-fried the chicken or something, there wasn’t enough contrast with the mush-texture of the rice.

I felt happy enough but it wasn’t until I went to sleep that I noticed the secret downside of the dish. Several times I farted so hard I woke myself up. Must’ve been the onion.

It did interrupt my sleep at the right times enough that I got to remember some interesting dreams. The thesis of one was “an important step on the way to sexbots is teaching AIs how to tickle feet”.

It’s this weird combination of scary and hilarious that there are parts of your mind that aren’t under your control and this is what they spend their time on.