A slow day.

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So much to do.  So little energy.  I hit some dishes then set up another load of dishes.  A batch of meat crumble was fried, then a small batch of pasgetti was made.  I like how I write it better.  I found aloe vera gunk for sunburns, I have started using it.  It starts out tacky, then is slowly absorbed to a normal skin feel.  Not sure it will work, but anything to help with the dry cracking to near bleeding hands.  Just very small parts on a few knucles, but...

I figured something out with the kefir.  If I want it sweeter it needs to effervesce.  If I want it cold and effervescent then I need to give it room in the jar.  For a quart, say 60% full.  If I do this, after double fermentation, I don't mind the chunky consistency.  Though I could blend it, if I have doubts about that.  Besides, the bubbles and whatever else happens in the described scenario enhances the flavor enough that I don't mind.

I also went through the ordering system to find where whatever went awry.  Spam.  Everything was going to spam.  I will see about getting that going.  Ugh but the stupid shit can bury a... guy.  I'll get to it.

Oh, actually that isn't a bad run?  Not really bad at all.  More could have been done, if so too a lot less.  Until I did the list, and even more was done.  No, it's okay.  I'm just buried in to much pokey diddly crap, so it doesn't ever feel like I am getting anywhere.  Little stuff, none of which actually finishes anything.  Drowning in nothingburgers.  Ugh.

Well... that.  I am not done though either.  Hopefully a trip to the post, another batch of dishes or two, another shower, hmm...  oh, getting the security software going, and maybe researching if the rig will accept more memory and a graphics card.  Ugh.  Later.

Oh, such strange pops, some from... long ago.  As to this one.  I've gotta laugh.  I guess women think because reason x, y, z, etc., that they have a place in line, or can afford my time.  Most women are used to guys who would do anything to be with them.  They hit it hard when they meet a guy who simply doesn't care unless she matches some solid quals and then is willing to tow the line.  She wants to debate, join a debate club, don't bring that to me.  Pretty?  That's a baseline, to be expected.  Don't try to play that, not with me.  I've had better, a lot better.  Don't bother getting in line or begging (demanding) time unless you qual. You'll probably fail even so.  I'm not a baby sitter.  Just saying.  I might want a woman, I really don't need one.

Don't go here either.  Learned to avoid this long ago.  Crazy babies are... crazy.