It took days...

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A problem, in the game.  There is attention to detail, which... I have a limited capacity regarding.  And, there is just saying what to f'ing do!  And... they aren't great at that.  Ever heard a woman tell a man he doesn't listen, then go on to talk 25k words a day in such a manner that even if we listen, it's... just a wall of sound.  With tits.  Right.

Well, that is the problem with this game.  Ninety seven point three percent of the data given (being generous) has absolutely nothing to do with the game.  Even the lore pretty much sucks.  Like most of what a woman talks about is how she feels.  Which will change before she is finished.  And... she'll remember saying something else.  I started recording my last woman, to prove it.  Laughed, I did.  Proved it, I did.

I don't look for women for emotional stability.  Or even friendliness.  Not even love.  And I certainly don't give her a typical IQ test.  Now, she can't drool, at least publicly.  And I expect her to be able to figure women things out.  I just don't worry about... some things.  If, too, I'll... prove my points if needs be.  Just to...

Have you ever fed chickens firecrackers?  I won't say you should.  But...  No, I haven't.  But I have friends who have.  I was told, even with the beak gone?  They'll still try to grab the firecracker.  But... they can beat you at tic-tac-toe.  They may figure out how to hide their eggs from you, and some other things.  Just... don't try to teach one of them calculus.  All... I'm saying.

Oh, right.  The game.  They must have put a woman in charge of giving out data.  They shouldn't.  No woman would play that game.  Too hard, too complicated, no hand holding, and no social interactions (other than a wall of words which mean nothing, even women don't deal with that well).

I'll have the last bit of stew in a bit.  Oh... that was good, even when I went a bit sideways.  Life can be good with just a bit of effort.  Blood sugar is to 109, not fasting of course.  Still, that's... better.  Fasting would have been higher.  But... I'll take that.

I may be going on to bed earlier today?  Or not.  Well see.  I really want to crash.  But I always really really want to push through.  At least to two... four more hours, give or take some.  Ugh.  Later, or goodnight.