Food.

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Very good.  Was so hungry.  I did eat yesterday, but not much for a while before.  Oh, and I pretty much ate the steak whole.  Remember, these aren't small.  These are inch and a half steaks.  Steaks, usually, I eat over three to four days.  So I was very hungry.

Chicken arrived.  I ate three, thighs as it turned out.  The store was out of drumsticks.  All good.  Thighs are preferred, to be honest.

When to bed?

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No idea.  Awake around 18:00?  Give or take up to a score.  That's... twenty for you illiterates.  :p  Minutes, for those even less inclined to word and time tech.  :)

I hurt when I went to bed.  Should have gone to bed earlier?  Or... everything is just out of cync.  A bit of each.  And I feel rough on waking.  As if I had a good solid beating a few days ago.  Actually perhaps even just yesterday.  Sometimes I healed extremely quickly, sometimes it hurt badly for a week.  Depending on how many people were beating on me, or how well they were at their chosen temp hobby.  Some men, and boys, hit like girls.  I... almost felt bad for them, especially after I finished.  Almost.

Someone is saying something.

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I mean, technically, I fit in the second group this man discusses.  Beaten, burned, cut, shot, nearly shot, etc.  I haven't seen everything.  I have seen a lot of forms of violence.  Endured?  I would say endured.  I didn't seek it out.  Usually.  Everyone who comes to know violence has to go through a maturing process.  One hopefully they make it through.  So, there were times I was, or tried, to be a bully.

Whether right or wrong, I have gotten my ass handed to me.  Sometimes I pushed through, until I won.  Sometimes I... realized I was wrong and just ate it.  Learning lesson.  One of my favorite losses was absolutely deserved.  Could have been worse, too.  It's strange though?  When you... are right... true?  You can sometimes punch a thousand pounds above your weightclass.  But when you are wrong?  For me, it was like I became glass.

Ouch.

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Not the worst I have felt.  Aches and pains are back.  No other flu symptoms, but that achy creaky body is in full measure against my health and wellbeing.  As well, my toe!  It had recovered, fully.  It was back to only needing a soft limp, and not hurting constantly, or drasticly.  I swear, someone came in last night and hurt it.  Oh, limping down the stairs was horrible this morning.

Oh well.  I'm planning another shower in a bit.  And then planning to get the dishwasher back in action.  Slowly but surely clearing dishes.  If it's a bit crusty, I soak it with other things that have stuff glommed on.  Though, put some things in that were rough, dried on, but not too serious or bad.  And the machine did pretty good.

Had hoped to have been in bed hours ago.

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It just didn't happen.  So tired, but...  Now, I did get a shower in.  It was wonderful.  I didn't get more dishes started.  That will happen, when it happens.  When I can.  It will.  I'll get through things as quickly as I can.  I just ran out of time, space, energy, and more.

But that shower was fantastic, and overdo.  Needed, wanted, warming, and delicious.  I had hoped to get through it, then to bed, in order to do some things out and about today.  Not... possible.  But... I do have what is needed.  I just need to be awake at the right time, have enough energy, and remain clean.  So... I'll be showering daily, through the weekend.  As well, get the dishes going.

Shower time.

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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.

Must remember.

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I reloaded the dishwasher, with the last of the really large, bulky, items and what else I could add while leaving a lot of room to make sure things get clean.  Of course, taking out what had been washed and putting those things away.  Better.  I... love when things get done.

I have been working on these things for a while.  Or... planning them, intending to do them, such.  I just couldn't stand, or walk well, for long.  It wasn't just the swollen feet and legs, though that was a part of it.  It was memory, focus, and such, as well.  A bit better, on all fronts.  Medicine, this time, is helping more than crushing me.  Though I'm not suffering heat.  The cold can get to me, but it's not usually as bad.  I can handle the cold much better than the heat, even as I have vastly improved my heat tolerance as blood sugar has tempered.  Ugh.

It has started.

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Yesterday, really.  Dishes, the dishwasher... loading and running.  Two loads, so far.  Not huge loads.  I have a lot of odd sized items.  Pots, pans, large utensils, plus a ton of flatware.  All of it.  Two sets, essentially, plus extra odds and ends such as oriental stainless soup spoons (very nice for stews and other liquid based meals), extended teaspoons (think for shakes, back in the day), and some normal things.

Two loads through, and emptied.  One load going now.  A few more loads to go?  I don't know.  I'm not very good at getting things in.  And the large sized items make that a bit confusing for me.  I'll... learn, as I go along.  After this load, I'll try to get, say... a third to half of what is left in and through in the next load?  Who knows.  I'll keep at it, now that I have it going.

Sleep is sliding.

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Every day, lately, sleep has been sliding a few to several hours.  Up at 18:00?  Give or take a half hour.  Down around eight?  Noon?  I just can be sure.  I just know that... waking at 18:00ish is opposed to waking around six a week or two ago?  Time is sliding.  I have no idea when or what... was happening... for some time now.  I'm lost in sleep, partial wakefulness, the dark, and cold.

I keep trying to play the game, but have no ability to focus well enough to play.  I would guess I have played less than two hours in the last two weeks.  And... I want to play, I just don't have a way to get to it.  I haven't been cooking, much.  Or eating.  Mostly drinking water.  I am back to medicine.

Food and the q.o.d. visiting?

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I've been trying to figure some things out, or again, more, better?  Or such.  I need to begin eating more often again, but more meat again.  Though, a few additives, such as salads thus dressings are also in the mix.

So, some things showed.  I grabbed one or two, went looking for a few others, and found a nice little collection.

Boi, was that HOT.

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I had put together an 'italian' dressing a while back.  Forgot it, and the romaine.  Strangely enough, the lettuce is still good.  The dressing is fine, having been put into an airtight container, if left at room temp.

Olive oil, the best and surest I could find at an affordable (enough) price, apple cider vinegar with the mother, salt, both black and white pepper, several italian favored spices and herbs, and of course some heat.  I think I even used the older hot spice, just a bit more of it.

Dishes, and missed again.

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Don't take it personally.  Trust me when I say, a free meal, I wouldn't have to cook myself, or clean up after, is... golden.  Saying hello to real people, without going into some sort of personal debt is also golden.  I... do like to see people.  I don't get to, often.  Even though I may be strange, I am more simple than it might seem.  A few minutes of talk, an hello here or there, perhaps news or information, local, regional, or larger, is always interesting.

I don't miss things lightly.  I miss things because I am a broken device which can't sleep, or wake, walk well, or am in some level of pain.  Currently, walking very well is a bit beyond my ability.  My feet burn.

Something makes sense, now.

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Remember the vid, on Neanderthals?  Right.  And the notions that they had huge lungs, a trait I share?  Well, regardless if this is due to genetic connections, there has always been a problem, for me.  Having huge lungs is great.  But, without a big nose by which to carburate air?  I choke, often.  I NEED more air.  Always have.  Always felt like if my nose just had bigger inlets life would be better.  And it would be.  I've got a smaller, for my size almost delicate, nose.

Yes.  That came to me earlier in the day.  It always feels blocked up, even when it plainly isn't.  And things like vick's, while it helps in some ways, it doesn't help nearly enough.  A bit late in life for a consideration, but if I was younger, I would have considered altering my nose so as to bring in more air.

Roasted chicken and cabbage.

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Not a fancy meal?  Though, rather a bit of a luxury, given the cost.  Cabbage is cheap, whole roasters, even by lower per pound prices, given how much bone there is, actually is a richer meal.  Not prime rib or ribeye prices.  Though, probably closer, by actual pound of meat, than might be suspected?

All I know is that it came out well.  Juicy, not overdone, tasty.  I did brine it for an hour or two.  Salt, but onion and garlic powder, rosemary, sage, and... something else.  Yes, it did impart a wonderful taste and aroma.  The cabbage was quite good too.

Someone speaks.

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Using tools I have used for tongues.

Knowing yourself, and your enemy, will only lead to victory, if you are true.

Rough.

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I ate too much yesterday.  And... everything in the line just... stopped.  Plus, with the beans making gas, it made for a miserable night.

I was able to put out some, and pee a bit.  But I was absolutely stuff, plus bloating, all through the night.  Though, the last two hours, or so, ended up being better.  Must have passed enough gas, through the night, and voided pee enough, to allow some comfort finally.

Even guys?

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Oh, I... recognized some things.  Or... saw what others were seeing, saying.  So I... went there.  Mostly chicks, I thought.  Guys, too, it seems.

Now I'm wondering.  Pretty sure even the guys seem to think so?

Pudding?

Proof.

Awake.

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Woke just after noonthirty.  Not feeling great, but not as bad as it has been.  The aches and pains are back, but lightly.  The toe knuckle isn't screaming, isn't even swollen?  The skin on the feet still burn, if more gently.  Hobbling about is doable, mostly.  And without agony, just slight suffering.

Exhausted, if not sleepy.  A form of being tired that simply means I don't have much energy, focus, or access to memory all that well, and yet can't really sleep.