I was sure...

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A couple of funnies for the night.  Someone suggested that underage smoking of marijuana stunts intellectual achievement, even the capacity for it.  No guff!  Have you ever spoken to a teenaged regular smoker of the stuff?  You can almost spot them.  Sometimes they even begin to sport a serious set of facial features allowing you to know them much more easily.  This next one... Well, it is like I have mentioned here and elsewhere.  When a woman is beginning to nag, grump, become just plain mean, or a few other things, it means... well, she needs attention.  And, yes, this helps.  It isn't the complete answer, but it is a large part of it.  A guy still has to keep up his end of things, help her with her things from time to time, and run the ship solo for and at random intervals.  But, sex helps keep everything else in place, especially female psychosis.  Another problem with plasticized false romance?  Yes.  Even thought I was doing things the wrong way, I never could plasticize.  So... at least I sort of made some number of women happy, for a while?  Something.  

I was positive I could be out by 22:00.  Then 23:00.  Now?  I'll... I am pretty sure I can make it out tonight, I just don't know when.  It's not that life is brutal today, I just can't get going.  I did run the whites through a little more drying.  Everything that needed to be hung or folded, save my underwear, has been tended.  I simply can't seem to move much beyond that.  Cigarettes, yuck!  But, for now, it is enough.  I am hoping to get in early enough to hit McDonalds for a burger.  They aren't great, but after half a week of near fasting, anything would be good.  Why McDonalds?  I love their fries!  I am trying to get out while it is dark, cool.  Though that may mean I can't get more than a can or two of my preferred tobacco.  Sometimes they simply run out.  Though, sometimes, I can get a whole carton (actually five cans).  Those last a month, give or take.  Pain and stress can have a carton used in three weeks if ongoing.  Sometimes though a carton can last almost two months.  Beats smoking, in every way.  When I have had to smoke, I end up smoking up to six packs a day.  Summit summit obsessive compulsive on some things.  Yeck.

I didn't get the trash out yesterday, which means it didn't make it to the curb and recycling didn't go.  No problem.  I think I only had one bag of trash, and I have plenty of room in the recycling bin.  I may, if I can get to it, take the trash and recycling to the bins tonight, changing out the cat litter while I do so.  I think I have enough of the traditional cat litter for one more go, then I change over to one of the newer types.  I really need to start tending the litter each morning, right after feeding, though.  If the new stuff works it will in part be because I do my part.

Later.