Not bad.

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Just some of the chicken, so far.  Might have some of the roast in a bit.  The skin got a bit papery, but the meat was good.  I had some of the breast meat and one of the hindquarters.  The breast will tell you all you need to know.  This was moist, done, if as always a touch bland.

I'll finish carving the bird, and put it up for the next few days.  Probably just eat it cold.  The microwave, thankfully, died.  And the oven doesn't reheat chicken well.  With the roast, I can slice thin bits off, and griddle them.  I just can't see warming chicken on a griddle though.

I am also restarting a fresh game on Cyberpunk.  I know the story, well into the game.  What I don't know is what works best, how things work anymore, and just how to do things even if those haven't changed.  I just don't remember what I am doing, or how to do it.  IF I can get into, and keep at it, I'll return to the saved game, at some point.  But there is a reasonable chance that I just can't dig in.

You... shouldn't make an exceedingly complex game, then change a bunch to make it mostly work.  Then change... how everything was arranged as to leveling?  Skill trees?  Everything?  How deep the changes are, I guess, will be sorted shortly.  But, so far, it's looking like... almost everything has changed.  Ugh.

Hmm... a bit of the roast, carving the rest of the chicken, putting the meats up, then?  Probably back to bed.  Can barely stand.  It's hitting 16:00.  So, for good or ill, I did stay up well through the day in spite of wanting to be in bed since, pretty much, I woke up.  Did I ever really wake up though?  I'd say no.

Ugh.  Or, perhaps I could stay up just a bit longer, tinker with the game.  I attempted to find information online, regarding my 'toon, in the new paradigm.  But there wasn't anything useful.  Just a lot of mouth breathing foreigners who can't speak English well, and don't really know much about the game... new or old.  Just... sellers.  They obviously can't play, just push the game onto their fellow countrymen.  Sound higher-q, but only for from wherever they are actually from.  Pushers.  Poor ones, in every meaning of the word poor.  But, aimed at poorer people, I guess.  Trash.

I'm not thinking many real people are playing that game.  And... for reasons.  Still, what other people do, or don't do, is of no concern of mine.  Bleh.  Grumpy, tired, a bit stretched, and... with other things on my mind. Later.  Or goodnight.