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That is simple, but really good. Spice it as you wish. I like a bit of italian, garlic, red pepper flecks, and black pepper. When I tire of that I may try allspice, cinnamon, ginger, and a different heat source. Yeah. I added a few mushrooms this time. Good enough. I'll have a salad in a bit. Loving that ranch. Nothing beats homemade glop! Even if I have to use the packaged dressing mix, the rest is truly right.
I keep thinking Saturday is Sunday. I get the rest of the days in the week pretty much right (something new, only the last few years really). Reliably tracking the day, and generally date, is... nice. You have no idea what it is like to ghost through life unable to know these things, to keep them functionally active in mind and memory. Yeah, I really do enjoy the new me. What is impressive though? In spite of truly being far more dead than alive? Most people didn't know. That is either high praise for me or very low praise for most people, in several ways... those who can't tell the difference and/or that others who are healthy are no different.
I'll try to get back to things. I don't seem to need extra sleep. Though even getting the rest my body seems happy with I don't seem to be able to be all that functional. I'll keep working on it. I'll make an attempt to punch out of the hole I am in.
Ah, Gabbers aren't bad. I was just talking off my exhausted head, and using worst examples. Some aren't good at playing the 300 or less phrase game. Some are out of their gords. Some are lost, afraid, crazy. And then you have those that are there for some sort of faux love. Bleh. Can't even tell, truly, who is who. But most do just fine. I... just get grumpy when tired sometimes. Thing is, it really isn't a chat at a local coffee house, old school or hipster. Some of them could be computers. Heck, I might be a... wait. Anyway... It's an interesting place. Good for news, titters and chuckles, a bit of banter and maybe some pseudo-flirts. Just.... don't expect it to be your life. Not even a guy like me. Just... apologizing, a bit.
Later.
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