I feel like a chat with my computer today, and it's lunch time, so
through this cathode ray window you're now joining me for lunch. Oh
what fun!
I think I've said it before, but I never really got why people met
for lunch. Besides some bargaining power over the opportunity for a
free meal, it seems mutually inconvenient to pick the one time for
talking to someone where your mouth is otherwise engaged. Surely
it'd be better to go for a walk, or just sit without
eating/drinking, but no, one is somehow obligated to engage in this
absurd dual-purpose. Of course for typing it's not much better, but
at least I can manage one hand free some of the time, and there's
nobody asking questions while my mouth's full.
It's a hot day today, one of these short bursts of heat followed by
a violent and stormy change which seem to be the standard pattern
for this summer. At least the changes avoid hot nights so the house
starts the day cool and I can put off turning the A/C on often
until the change comes anyway. These days I seem to manage up to
32degC if I'm naked indoors and not really doing much, before it
gets really uncomfortable. I think that's increased. I used to set
the A/C at 28degC, but this summer I've had it as 30degC.
I've probably lost a little weight, and am definitely fitter these
days, with my routine runs and pre-bed push-up routine. Along with
long walks, mainly to the nudist beach where my parking spot is
usually a bit beyond the point of comfort to walk back to after
paddling around there for hours. Maybe that's improved my heat
tollerance, although it's still well below that of others like
whoever keeps setting the date for that one nearby(ish) hamfest at
the hottest time of year.
Being fitter seems to have made me more horny often too. It's nice
to think that my attractiveness to women has increased with my
physical fitness, but bugger all difference it makes when I never
really meet them anyway. And do I want to? People drive me nuts a
lot of the time. I get sick of them in general even through my
exceptionally limited exposure. I get sick of my own human failings
for that matter. But I still spend way too much time each day
thinking about having a girlfriend, for sex, comfort, or
companionship, depending on the moment. Someone to babble at in
place of this computer too, obviously, but that'd probably be too
much to ask of anyone. :)
OK, lunch finished with the last half-melted Tim Tam left in the
packet from when packs were half price last week. Half price having
gone from $2 up to $3 in the last couple of years, with a very
brief interval at $2.50. I'd better see to the washing machine
which has finished swishing around some blankets that I haven't
washed in years. Time to see if there's anything left of them.
Maybe that'll help improve impressions if a women ever does
miraculously make it in here one day.
