Some things.

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Alright, it looks like I have enough to order tickets.  The thing is the application process which had to be activated in order to apply (wtf?!?) went down before I was able to get into it.  I'll have to try to contact D.C. about that.  I'm not sure how to make the transact as things stand, though there may be a low tech and inexpensive way.  Or a bit of trust.  I'm always fuzzy about trust, but it has happened before.  And that might work either way.

Into town I went.  The bank, first thing, then to the store.  Nothing fancy, fast and easy, relatively cheap and painless.  A fast food dinner on my way home.  I had no choice.  I have nothing truly prepared and my stomach was threatening me with a working over of my rib cage.  I hadn't even seen that hunger creep up, and I had eaten breakfast.  Must be part of that ongoing weird thing.

I do believe I will hit the lights a bit more, perhaps fifteen minutes to an half hour, reading while lighting up. 

Ah-ha!  Something I figured out about women, or women as they relate to me.  In a mock conversation, the topic is irrelevant but more the thing is so good I won't be sharing anyway, a woman came to me, angry about the topic(tm).  One of the things I said to her, something I am sure of, is that women who are married should not take their anger to another man.  A woman who brings her anger to me has very possibly put herself in my (very capable, I'll have you know) hands.  Yes, that is one of my key tools in catching a women.  If I can get her to bring me her anger I have a very good chance of hooking that fish.  Yes indeed.  Further, her anger is a lure to me like few others.  It is like the flick of a white tale doe's tail to a buck. 

Oh, and, at first, I just take her anger.  After a bit though, she gets it back with a cold dose of reality.  No, I don't get angry with her, I merely tell her she has no right to be angry because what she did was foolish, or such.  No, I also don't contrive.  It has to be real, all the way.  As she struggles with me over her anger, and as I steal it away from her and replace it with some understandings of her failings, and do some other stuff (sort of trying to mature her)... tagged, bagged, and ready for delivery.  Right, wrong, we all have our means of attempting to find a mate.  This one, for me, is golden.  The relationship up to her finally giving me her anger is fuzzy.  You just have to be paying attention, learn how to steer her and the conversation, it's fluid not formulaic really, reality not physics.  And it isn't guaranteed.  Just... it's the best tool I have ever had or used.  It's nice when a light flicks on and you get to see your main tools closely, perhaps for the first time ever.

Anyway.  A bit more light and reading, after an email.  Gosh, I really want to go the that thing-a-ma-bob in the desert.  But, yeah, maybe waiting is best. 

Later.  If the light works.  Or good night.