Juicy Little Oranges
Probably better than a little red camaro, if I'm being honest.
It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.
I’m glad I left my house this morning before the full work load hit me. I’m a rabbit on a track, I’m a mouse in a house, I’m a hamster on a wheel. Good golly, look at me!
Millie has a stomach flu. Slept on the floor downstairs with her last night. You can’t tell me I’m not a mother hen in the flesh right now.
I’m chelating, because for now I’ve decided it’s my placebo mechanistic proxy. It’s a jump round, which means I doubled my dose all at once. You’re really only supposed to increase by 50%, not 100%. Good lord, look at me go!
If it wasn’t for two nights up until 3am tending Millie’s tender tummy, I don’t think I’d have a single symptom to complain of. I’m a bit mentally slow at this point, but it’s the late nights and not the dose.
I did one-dozen burpees yesterday, in sets of 3. Look here, I’m a certified weakling, but I still did it anyway. Not quite touching my former habit of 700 burpees in a day, but there’s strong potential I could reach that level again.
After 3 weeks of eating like a goddamned rat, confirming to myself that nothing bad could touch me, I’m finally ready to get on some future-stack. A loose meal plan. I fried 3 eggs in bacon grease this morning, topped with a spoonful of sauerkraut.
Lunch/dinner was a nice little NY strip steak floating in butter.
I have canned sardines and proper Italiano anchovies on the way. Looking forward to eating calf liver again, and pickled herring. There’s a U-Pick farm nearby offering as many oranges and figs as my delight.
Maybe tonight I’ll find a reason to turn on my projector and watch a little show. A place you can watch it for free.
Au revoir! Goodnight.
