Two pills, and if belching and the vomit taste are the worst of it, I suppose I can deal. Kept it at ten yesterday, though I could have done less if I'd have gone to bed earlier. I just had to get to the end of the game, and I was so close!
I surprised myself by remembering how I did the HTML for my eBay listings, so I'm off to get some more things posted.
One pill in the AM, one for the PM. Now I understand the side-effects business, given this nasty taste in the back of my throat, and the overwhelming desire to belch at all times. Should have anticipated it it more, given what I know about brain chemistry meds. The first clue should have been the ramping up technique used, as today I start taking two half dose pills, but by Sunday I'll be on two full dose pills. Can't wait. No worries, though, as I suppose the final outcome will be far better than any mild side-effects. Decided to force myself to stop at ten no matter what, so I went to bed about two hours early last night. Didn't sleep, but went to bed.
More tree branches this AM, but also working at some interior stuff. Ever retro-fit door knobs? Fun stuff, I can tell you. Using the bathroom door as a starter, but the guest room is the goal, as it is the current room for the project. I'll get there.
One pill, same non-effects. I wanted to cut back to nine yesterday, but managed to increase by one, ending the day with twelve. [sigh] Oh, well. Just means I get to work harder on it today.
I suspect that by some definition, the yard can be considered part of the project. I spent a bit of energy cutting out branches and limbs and piling them up, so I am going to count it as work toward the project. Granted, the Mrs. would love it more if I just finished something in the interior areas. I suppose I shall need to do something about that soon. Maybe now…
One pill. Still no noticeable side effects. Lit up eleven yesterday, three of which I'd say were "what the heck" motivated. Shooting for nine today.
Might even get some more stuff listed, and other stuff thrown away.
I reckon it was the traumatic childhood, or for that matter the traumatic adulthood. Either way, it seems I have a natural affinity for playing games. Must be human, huh? Nope, can't say that it is a human condition, as I know at least one other human who doesn't have a natural affinity for playing games (name withheld to protect the not so innocent). It really doesn't matter the type of game, although I do have to admit that I tend to avoid the more physical ones, as I am not so much into pain as I used to be. Nope, anymore I like the ones I can play on my computer, or my newest gift, the Xbox. Of course, it helps to know a little bit about the game before you attempt to play it.
See, before I knew I was getting the Xbox, I swapped for a computer game on SwapSimple. To their credit, my children attempted to talk me out of it, not so much because they were worried about the tension it would cause on the homefront, but because they were sure that the only way to play it was online, via a subscription service. No way, I argued.
Way.
So, now I get to attempt to relist it for swap, or sell it via eBay and hope to get my investment in shipping costs back. In the future, I will stick with the Xbox games I have. Ought to last me a good month, the way I figure.
Books. A great many books have I. Various topics, various genres, various ages. Most are on the shelf in something that loosely qualifies as a system, if "whatever I can fit there" is a system. My apologies, Mr. Dewey, but your hard work never really stuck, even though I worked in a Media Center for a bit. Sadly, some of the books are in boxes, in the attic, most likely providing an abundant harvest for the silverfish (or firebrats, to be more accurate). I have a near entire set of some pulp fiction series, a vast assortment of thrillers from the likes of King, Coyne, Saul, Koontz, and others. I have some classics. I have some old books in languages that I never could read, or could read but forgot what the words meant. Yes, a great many books.
Recently, I cluttered things up a bit more by bringing home a box of books from Mom's storage unit. I've listed some on SwapSimple, will put others on half.com, and might give a go at selling the older ones on eBay. One thing I do know is I probably won't do is read any of them. I can't remember the last non-technical book I read. Heck, I can't remember the last magazine I read in full, and there is a stack of newspapers that attest to my lack of reading in that realm. I suppose that one of these days…
Hmm. I think I've said this many times before. Guess I'd better get to reading something or getting rid of something. Maybe I will start with the Owner's guide to the Xbox game I just received.
