.
I'll have tea after? Maybe. The dishwasher finally popped open, it
does that on it's auto dry setting. Which... doesn't really work?
Then again, I haven't seen a comparison of it not auto drying, so... maybe it
works? Ah... when I get loads down correctly, I'll compare.
Oh, plus, check the temperature and humidity in the house. I think I
have barometer too. There are... other things. But those three
should manage an accurate enough comparison. Though I'd have to chart
these things? And, preferably, run the loads at the same time of the
day? Or give or take. At certain times of the day, temp
fluctuations are minimal. I could probably do a load at, say, ten.
Then do loads from noon on to 17:00 and have them all be relatively
static.
Assuming it doesn't start snowing, or cloud up, or begin to shine. Exact
science is often fiction. Real science is engineering. Does it
work, how often, to within what parameters? I'm... not a scientist, or
type. I am an engineering type. Do you want to know beyond,
probably, your ability to measure? Or... do... you just want it to
work. If you just want it to work, talk to me. If you want to
believe someone knows something he can't, go ask the faggot who thinks he
understands what he probably can't honestly enumerate. Your
choice. *grins*
How can you call them that? What about engineer don't you
understand? *laughs*
Yes, I might be a strange engineer. But I am still more interested in
squaring circles functionally, than other odd things. Women are my
squares, unless they happen be circles. And, whatever I am?
Doesn't matter. I am not a part of the problem, only a party to the
solution?
I mean? All I have to do is pretend I... am what I am. Life is
much easier for me, if I do have to admit that 2 + 2 = 4, when I... don't
always want it to equal four? Something like that. At least I like
the two plus two part, a lot. Not arguing with you, or even me, just
facing facts and enjoying them. Mostly.
Really am thinking about finding a right woman. They don't seem to care,
so long as they, too, can fake things so as the real numbers come out and are
abided? They don't like it either, always. It's... not always about what we like. If, too, I... can't complain about... all things as they happen?
Anyway... it's about time to get that shower taken. No, I don't need a cold one, at the moment. Not that such isn't handy from time to time. Celibacy isn't a favored status, just a right one at times.
Would like to have something to eat. Just don't have anything. Or, nothing right. Out of salad. No meat thawed. Canned stuff just isn't in the cards. Bleh. Later.
I'm surprised how the shower this morning warmed me up, it's hit and miss, sometimes I get out of a hot shower just to get chilled and shivering until I spend 15 min wrapped in blankets. This morning, feeling "fuzzy" warm in t-shirt and shorts, furnace set at 63f. Essentially on an empty stomach. Nothing "convenient" to eat (I've done too much fast food this week) nausea started in waves around 0130, fought it 'till 0430 and scarfed down a bag of peanut M&M's, helped a bit. Would have picked up a steak or two, but I would have to walk past the liquor aisles, and Bud, I'd have picked up a bottle had I went in.
ReplyDelete"A mans' got to know his limitations" ~ something Eastwood
All else sounds similar. Some days showers are like the kiss from a blond bombshell, sometimes it's like her cold shoulder. Then again, a pair of cold tits on my back really turns my stomach, in all the right ways. :p
ReplyDeleteThankfully, I don't have to worry about beer, or spirits. But that took... a long time. Though peanut m&m's, if I only use store brand chocolate covered peanuts because of my worsening hatred of big corpa? But, yes, once in a blue moon, I... eat all the wrong stuff.
Used to be, as with beer/liquor, once every six months. Then once a year, or every other year. But I'm at once every six months for sweets. But when I go in, I go in deep.