Okay? Well, sure!

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Trash and recycling, after browsing the web in rest mode after the first shot at things.  Cat litter cleared, Sassy fed, kefir consumed.  Good, a night shot.  Coffee made, but I need to go get that.  Not bad.  I wasn't sure anything would be done.  And before seven, got it by six thirty.  Worried, mostly, about the trash and recycling getting out in time.  But out it is, and in time.

Yes, coffee, and medicine.  Soaking my kefir jar.  I don't wash that every time, as with my coffee jar.  But I do like to soak the kefir, in the hottest water the hottest water heater setting will allow.  That... cleans out any organic, especially when just left to soak, maybe rinsed and done again if needed.  Coffee cup?

Like my dad, I like the patina of old coffee.  It... has been cleaned.  It... happens.  Probably some bug one or all of my mothers stuck in my brain... it becomes active, and even I clean, and my holy coffee grail!  Ugh.  Stupid women.  Gotta suck to have a vagina.  And... all that goes with it.  :p  Hate me all you like, man, woman, child.  I'm still right.  Hate is all you've got.  Meh.

Oh, I don't hate.  I just don't negotiate.  I don't have to.

Ah, medicine.  I'll get that together, and take it when I pick up the coffee.

Let me see?  Gaming, for a bit.  Setting up a new base, in the game, in the third of five tiers of depth?  The game ripped me off, of resources.  But I... sorted that out, and am back on track.  Pretty much just trying to get things organized, built up, and arranged, for a deeper run for rare resources.  That will be it for resources.  Then it becomes a matter of finding hidden alien bases, looting tech, and figuring out the rest of the story?

It's a decent game.  But there is almost no direction.  Imagine receiving a massive model, with thousand of tiny parts... but no instructions.  Right, that... is sort of this game.  Even so, I sort of like that.  I can go at my pace, do what I like, and when I run out of hints, I can find those when I am ready.  There really isn't a reason to play again, save maybe for a platinum.  And... maybe I will do that.  But I want to get the tools, parts, and places down.  I have to guess that gameplay could be brutal, and require every ounce of trickery available.

Coffee!  And, washed the dishes which had been freshly soaking from this morning.  One more soapy soak, as the others are waiting to be rinsed, after my shower.  Now for medicine.  And the off day minerals, plus v-b plus.  Do those work?  I can verify they help with cramps.  In the legs, hands, ribs?  Yes, they do.  IF that is true, and I am telling you it is, then they probably are delivering something.  And, even if nothing else came of it?  That would be enough.  Nothing like having one's ribs spasm while trying to deep doing a dump!  Damn, but that's annoying, painful, and a bit... embarrassing.

A rather good morning already!  I may griddle some eggs and corned beef hash or hash browns in a bit.  The temp dropped just one degree, but that one degree was a mean one degree.  It went from a bit clammy chill, to just a bight of cold.  Strange, but that is how it felt.  To me.

Well... on to some gaming, with meds in and coffee started.  Have a good one.  Hoping to catch the various refuse pickup trucks, to see if they have a color difference, and try to get those installed into memory.  Anyway.  Good morning, and later.

Funny, how they don't believe... what they have seen with their own eyes.  Catching a piano, drinking a small sea, living through death.  But, that's... okay.  Some truth in here.  Have to laugh, though, too.  Someone has been digging, lauding, flirting, maybe laughing.  So, to, will I.

Her thoughts?

Even so, there is just... something special about them.