The inner bits of the turkey were good.

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This, that, get to it.  Warmed in the nuke just a bit.  Not great, not much, but... it worked.  That and some fatted coffee.  Two hours after, a blood check.  At 139, given the heavy meal yesterday... to include two desserts, that really isn't bad.

Tired, worn, achy.  Medicine going in.  No painkillers, this time.  It's just not... bad enough.  Maybe altogether, everywhere, I could say it was.  But, it's nearing bedtime.  And, I think I can get on to sleep through what hurts.  If it feels like this tomorrow, I will take painpills.  Hoping to start not having to do so.  Then again, I have cut usage between half and quarter what I had been that first week of absolute carnivore.  Bits and pieces at a time.

Gaming.  Getting completely demolished.  Not... mostly... through game death.  Just trying to figure things out in the game.  It is, to say the least, annoying.  You probably have to learn more tabs, windows, subwindows, and various commands and such, then you would on the more complex registers, or even register and accounting devices in shops and stores.  Nothing is... just... doable, simply.

The thing of it, is that it keeps me awake, takes my mind off pain, and challenges my mind.  Not so much fingers.  No real dexterity needed.  More like a real office job, where you have to learn the corporate ways and methods and apply them.

I'm just looking a few things up now.  One of the bad things is, the helpers aren't... often good.  They often completely miss what the question even means.  Too much of a nerd game.  And... they act like it, I think on purpose.  Eventually I get to some sort of good dope.  Eventually.

I'd like to sort a couple of things out, attempt to apply them.  Then on to bed.  Goodnight.