Is that even possible?

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While my mother was here, I wasn't paying attention to little details.  One of those details, toilette paper, just him me.  I go through a twelve pack of t.p. in about six months.  Oh, no, I use it like it was... well... toilette paper (and not just because it is).  I use it leisurely, happily, right down to the point of eradicating diminishing returns.  While my mother was here, in three weeks, she went through nearly two twelve packs, perhaps more I'll have to look.  That would have to change.  I fear for the guy with two or more daughters and a wife.  Could you imagine putting up two 12-packs for each female for each month?  That is absolutely insane!  American women flush more product, just in toilette paper, than most of the world's population of men even make!  Oh yes, a discussion will take place, at one time or another.  Me?  I'll split the paper, they will have to begin figuring out how to deal with that on there own once they run short.  Period.

I didn't get to the shelf.  I did go back to look at the drywall to be repaired.  After measuring, this time, it looks more like a 6"x6" repair is needed.  No problem, especially since I didn't buy, and won't be using, screen.  I am hoping, somewhere, to find a roll of drywall repair screen.  It is way too expensive piecemeal.  It is simply too dark and I don't want to mess around with it using only a flashlight.  No, nothing else is going to be done today, either.  The drawer top can wait.  I ran out of the little steam I had.  I'm even too tired to mess with my game at the moment.  Perhaps I can get to bed early tonight.

I did do one thing.  I had a steak that had been thawed and really needed to be eaten.  I might love steak, but I hate throwing away otherwise good meats more than my love for steak.  Time-wise, it was right on the edge.  In reality, it probably could have lasted a few more days.  But you never know.  It seems like I test it, call it good, turn around the next day to use it, and it has gone bad.  I was really hungry tonight anyway, even after that late lunch.  Some days are like that.  I did cook peas with it, and ate the last of the peanut butter laden celery.  I have half a bowl of candied yams, then I think I will be done with leftovers, save white meat that my mother put in the freezer.  I'm not sure I will end up eating that though.  I don't like white meat, and cooked then frozen means it will probably be grainier than ever.  Bleh.  Still, I'll... try it as soon as turkey sounds like a possibility again.  Pork chops and hamburger are thawing now.

Yeah, I want to crash.  I just don't know if I can.  I hate that.  I hate lots of things as I start to wind down sometimes.  Grumpyville here we come!  Good night.