Where's my Michelin star for innovation, huh?

My sleep schedule is officially legit disturbed. I've always suffered from insomnia. I believe this is the result of my childhood years being sent to bed far prior to the sun going down in order for my parents to get it on. More on that though, I just threw a steak on the waffle iron. If this sounds odd to you, please peruse my other posts detailing my ongoing stove issue. So, my parents were always upfront about not wanting a child and if they were so inclined that it would've been a boy. I grew up in a hypersexualized household of them openly fondling each other, etc in front of me in various stages of undress. It was like a silent bell rang and they would both stop ignoring me long enough to put me to bed way earlier than anyone should ever have to be. My bed time was in the six pm range until I was over ten and then as a teenager it was eight pm, eight thirty if "there was something special on tv". It wasn't until my mother passed when I was 16 that this nonsense ended. My father apparently didn't loathe my company quite as much as she did and even let me watch something that I would actually wanna watch on tv occasionally. Mind you, I always had tvs in my bedroom but that didn't help me when I went to bed, it was lights out. My grandmother used to sneak me flashlight batteries so I could at least read in bed. I credit my vocabulary to this as I was reading Nancy Drew in kindergarten and Jackie Collins by fourth grade. I also credit my early sluttiness to this as well b/c while I wasn't allowed to watch 8 is Enough, I was allowed to read anything and everything as long as I was reading it, not watching it. Dick Van Patton was such a puss and I thought his Abby was kind of a bitch to the girls in the house, btw. I have no idea why but cooking this steak in the waffle iron has filled my house with a vinegary scent. I need to jump on that. It looks good. Just a lil blocky is all