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Okay, so I made it through parts of yesterday's plan. I did stay up a good part of the day and I did speak with my brother, if he called right before I was going to call. Sneaky. I'll bet he reads my blog and knew what I was going to do, and when. I'm not sure how I feel about people who know me reading here. Then again, I am pretty sure a fair number of them do. How they find my blog is anybodies guess. I certainly don't hand it out. Bored people and the wiles of the internet.
So, I am up, it is 9:43 or something. I should eat something. I haven't been able to eat well lately. I do try but food, cooking, eating... just hasn't been working. Nibbling is the best way to describe my meals lately. I need to stay awake until around noon, then begin trying to call my friend. Perhaps he will want to go shooting, or shopping, or out for a meal.
I think I am feeling better, just a bit. And yesterday's efforts didn't end up hurting quite as bad as I had anticipated. Perhaps I can do something besides just feel better. There are a thousand things, it seems, on my plate. Lots of things to do just... no way to see myself through to them. If I get into town, I hope to do a bit of shopping. Some meats would be very nice. I need meat like some people need coffee or such. Probably more so. Fresh cooked meat, and better ripe off the bone, might just be what I need lots of. A steak or two, chicken hindquarters, a roast, some chops. Food, real food.
Wish me well in my endeavors?
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