Complaining, even pseudo privately, does work.

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I had started in on the new game, after writing about dei attacks on gaming customers.  But, then, decided to finish up what I could, on the main original game.  As I was going through various places, something popped.  Everything I had done, but which hadn't counted toward the final mission, popped.

It all began working, it started telling me where to do, what to do, and the marks on the map showed.  So... I followed it.  Not knowing if it would fail again, or... what.  On it went.  It was a short bit of work, very short.  Then I got to where I had been before, and it all worked this time.  So, I completed the game.

Nice.  I think they heard me.  And... whoever is in charge, decided it is best not to allow the dei's and their white pals, to run roughshod over customers.  Even for a cheaper, older, game.  So... they fixed it.

Further, I went on to finish the last items on the list for the platinum trophy.  Not the easiest platinum I've obtained, but not the hardest either.  One of the longest times spent, due to the hitch in the programing added to the system.  But, yeah.  They do listen, somehow.  They did fix it.

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Blood sugar was 78.  So I had another fatted coffee.  I never was able to eat today.  Just... couldn't... contemplate it.  I have three quarters of a steak in the fridge, and heating it up is cake.  I just wasn't hungry.  Nor was I able to take a shower.  I was... so focused on that stupid game.  Now?  Now I am done.  There is no... replay value to the game.

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Now, I did like the game.  It wasn't exactly purely easy.  There were puzzles which tested me.  Most of them I was able to solve.  Some I had to look up.  I would say I did... eighty five percent?  Ninety percent?  Maybe more.  I can only think of two I had to look up.  Well, and one I looked up, but should have.  There were... quite a few puzzles, and such, in the game.  Plus the usual run and fetch, boss fights (of a milder sort, mostly), and navigation difficulties.

It was a beautiful game.  To be honest.  I liked much about it.  Hoping they pop another dlc, or maybe make a part two, a next whole game.

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Windy outdoors, and was only down to 64 an hour or so ago.  Lots of dust in the air.  Strange.  Warmer this month than it was in August?  Seems so.  I have the ac going upstairs.  I might turn it off while I sleep?  If it is cool enough.  Let it warm through the night, open the windows for a cross breeze, keep a fan on.

I keep feeling like I need to go, but it's always just gas.  I always give it a whirl though.  Still, not pooping but once every... seven to nine days?  But staying right around 220?  Meh.  It's a strange life, and this diet is... very interesting.  I don't mind not pooping every day.  Even every week.  No skin off my nosed, it's just... peculiar.

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With the game done, and dead.  No game on the horizon, it's time to get to work.  I could dig into the boxes I pulled from the back room.  And begin in on the kitchen table.  I'd like to have a place to do some cook prep, now that the freezer is back out of the way.  Though, to be honest, I'd like to move the refrigerator back to where the freezer is, and pull the freezer out.  I... just don't like how that is all set up.  Even so, I'd like to clear the table too.

I know, if I get the table cleared, and keep it clear and use it for my prep workstation for a week?  For being a good boy, I'll figure out how to get the appliances rearranged.  I can move them myself, easily.  I'll just need to move a few things out of the way.  Been meaning to do that anyway.

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A shower first thing in the morning though.  I meant to take one today, but got sucked into finishing the game.  Done.  I have a few things to try on, as well.  Warm gear.  Though, sizing is spooky these days.  Never can be sure what will fit.  I did measure my chest.  It is down, from 52/54 (depending on the day) to 47/46 (again, depending on the day).  Variance and size seems to have deminished.  

I haven't actually checked my waist yet.  Almost afraid to check it.  Though, size is... a strange thing.  Size, and measurements, don't equate.  I need to try on some of my smaller clothes.  Using suspenders, instead of belts, has allowed me a lot of freedom with regards to waist sizes.  Belts simply weren't working.  Pants would still pretty much fall off me.  Not... sure how to solve that issue.  Perhaps the right sized pants will solve that?  Until I lose more weight again.  Good, in a sense, but annoying.

I think I have some 38s and 36s around.  I bought them, in prep for keto dropping weight.  It just never did.  Now... they... just might fit.  It's a matter of finding them.  I think they are in the master bedroom, somewhere.  Ugh.

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The question is sometimes the answer.  The complaint is the truth, and leads to... better things?  Other things.  Yes.

Gritty.

Clean.

It all works, in it's moment.

Goodnight.  Though I may take a shower first, then dry off just a bit.