That's the way it should work.

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I woke, at some time or other.  I think 20:30.  No idea when I went down.  I didn't set the alarm because... it doesn't make sense.  If I need sleep, and can take it, I will.  Usually I am waking in four hours.  *snap~awake!*  So, I just have to let it be.  I was feeling good enough.  Hungry.  Thirsty... for coffee.  Bleh.  I ran out of milk and cream, so was using dehydrated, since I have used my supply of canned milk.  Note to self - buy canned milk the next time you get to town.  That dehydrated stuff is pretty wretched in coffee.  It's not bad on it's own, even better when mixed than cooled (mixes easier with warmer/hot water).  And it is a ton better tasting than most other brands and types of powdered milk I have tried.  But, all in all, only for cool drinking, and cooking/baking.  It's just not a good coffee thing.  The bitter of both seems to increase too greatly, and it increases the acidity in coffee.  Normally I can handle the acidity in the coffees I like, but not with this stuff in it.  Double bleh.

So...  Before I could think about it, and actually probably because of that, I got a shower, dressed, and was heading to town before I realized what was happening.  Actually, I spent a bit of time waking after the shower.  But  I did shower right away.  Then gamed for a bit to try to get my brain bits sorted.  I wanted to be in to hit my preferred grocery store.  It closes between 23:00 and midnight, perhaps different times by which day... open later on the weekends?  Never sure, and they were recently bought out, again, so...  But the clock was ticking.  I left in time to do my shopping and get out, by 23:00, I believed.  And, so it went.  Then a trip to McDonald.  It's all that is open, I needed food, it's inexpensive enough, and I get enough calories to actually do something.  When you weigh 300, and it isn't all fat, you gotta feed the machine or it won't run. 

Actually, I have had a young woman take my order at McD try to suggest that I was eating to much.  I explained, that at my weight, I should be eating between 3600 and 4200 calories per day.  I asked her to think about this.  If she took a backpack, and loaded it with whatever weight necessary to make her weight plus the pack total 300 pounds, then walk around... forever.  Now, I asked her, did she think she would need to eat a bit more.  Well?  Now, you think about that.  I burn the same number of calories from my mass as you would if you did such.  When I lift my arms I am lifting a good solid 30 to 40 pounds.  Both arms up and I am lifting half a man, all of a pixie, or the less curvy parts of a standard woman.  :p  I need calories.  Protein, then fat, are my primary dietary needs.  Carbs are the last in line.  Meat, meat, meat, potato, meat, meat, vegetable.  *cough*  I rattled the story off so fast she went to think about it and vapor locked.  Cute though.  I'm not a dumb giant.

Oh, but it was nice to see women out tonight.  I don't know why, but I had the most pleasant of time with the womenfolk I met.  At the store, both workers and shoppers, and at the 'staurant.  Nothing fancy, just...  *big eyes and smiles*  "Hi!"  Well... hello back!  :)  Love me some dame interaction.  I might be harsh and all, but I love teh fluffy udder people.  :)  Young, old, pretty, ugly.  Look, a smile, maybe a blush, even coquettishness if not too brazen or uncomely, and I'm a happy man.  I don't even mind a bit o' peevishness if I am seen to have done something mildly unforgivable to the woman mind.  Crossed arms and a bit of a facial set in mild annoyance is all good.  More so when I know what I did, enjoyed it, and would probably do it again.  Actually, if I get that reaction, I know exactly what to do every third or fourth time.  I get attention, too.  Gee I like that.  I just wish I understood why.

Back to gaming, though I think I will set fresh coffee going, and maybe use the dregs for a fresher cup while I wait.  I hate to waste, but I can't stomach the coffee sitting there, with dehydrated milk creamer.  I'll dump that and start life over, the right way.  I have meats thawed, and when I get to it, will start up the grill and do some of that, tonight or tomorrow.  Life can be so good when you can just get it done without having to crawl, or fight, or push, or... do all that and still not get it all done.  I'll take it.  And a few smiles, blushes, salutations, and other feminine attention was quite a splendid add.  Later.