I had plans for today.
I was going to take a cab to the White Spot at 3 Road and Ackroyd, aka my fave White Spot, have lunch there, then mosey on over to Price Mart to do some shopping and then take a cab home again.
But then I stupidly took my sleeping pill this morning and slept six hours and now it’s 2:30 pm and I am barely awake enough to be eating and blogging.
Still, I could still execute my plan. Only the timetable would change. Do White Spot for supper, not lunch. It’s totally doable.
I will have to see how feasible it seems once I am more awake.
Heck, the weather’s nice enough that I might even take the bus there.
We shall see.
I need the shopping because I have run out of nearly all of my usual supplies. I’ve eaten all my trail mixes and my sugar free desserts and I only have half a bottle of Diet Coke left in the fridge.
i was going to get this Wednesday, after I cashed my cheque. But I felt really sick at the time, so it was all I could do to grba the basics from 7-11.
7-11 is a poor substitute for Price Mart or Sav-On because 7-11 has no sugar free desserts any more.
They used to have Chapman’s sugar-free ice cream. Lovely stuff, But alas, not any more. It got displaced by like, a billion flavours of non-dairy ice cream.
Non-dairy, but still plenty sugary. Dammit.
Still, it may come to that. 7-11 at least has some trail mix type stuff. Nothing like the selection at Sav-on, but I am only looking to cover from now to my usual shopping trip on Sunday, so it should be enough.
How I get to 7-11 is another issue. In theory, I could walk there and back. It’s only three blocks away. The weather’s lovely. I could definitely use the exercise.
But then there’s my poor feet. I’ve written before about how walking without pain is a distant memory for me. My ponderous bulk crushes all insoles, so I never have any arch support, and my diabetes often leavs my feet tender and swollen.
If I could walk without pain, I would be way more willing to go for walks and get some exercise and burn off my excess blood sugar both in the immediate by using up what’s in my bloodstream and in the long term by improving muscle tone and thus making my muscles hungrier for that precious glucose.
See, I know all the science. I am not acting out of ignorance.
I am acting out of weakness. Totally different issue.
I do tire of being weak. Of shrinking away from the world rather than tackling it head on and using all my mental strength to deal with my problems and by opposing end them,
It’s not the real me. I am positive of this. The real me is strong, tough, and more than capable of dealing with whatever life dishes out, then asking for seconds.
But I’m so sick, Physically, mentally, psychologically.
Somehow, I will get out from under this bad star and find the real me and be able to get somewhere in life at last.
Until then, at least there’s Skyrim.
Mother fucking Skyrim.
More after the break.
The Purge Begins
Finally got so fed up with shit not working in Skyrim that I am doing a full purge.
That means uninstalling all mods then uninstalling the game itself so I can do a fresh re-install that resets everything back to factory settings and then putting my mods back in one by one.
This is not a short process. Re-downloading the game itself will take a couple of hours, and carefully re-installing mods will take at least an hour more.
But what the hell. I am sick and tired of fighting the game to try to make it work properly. Hopefully this stern measure will restore some sanity to my Skyrim.
And if it doesn’t, fuck it, Skyrim isn’t the only game in the universe.
OK, once more, but this time, say it like you mean it.
This is the point in the purge process where doubt. Were the problems really all that bad? Couldn’t I have worked around them somehow? Did I really need to resort to such extreme measures just to fix a few things?
Probably not, honestly. But emotionally, I feel the need to start over, as well as vent my anger on the game that is pissing me off, so the purge it is.
Skit idea : The Purge In Canada. Same setup as the movies, but nothing out of the ordinary happens because Canadians are fundamentally peaceful people without massive issues with authority so we just stay home and watch hockey.
A few young people commit very minor crimes. Like parking in a handicapped spot, or driving around with an improperly stored propane tank, or yelling “fuck you!” at an unoccupied police car.
But they immediately feel bad about it and apologize.
End with an American tourist incredulously asking them why nobody sets fire, rapes, or does any other crazy shit.
Canadians just look at him like he’s from another planet and say “Why would anyone want to do that kinda thing? There’s have to be something seriously wrong with someone to want to do stuff like that. ”
End with all the Canadians looking directly at the American, who now feels acutely uncomfortable. Final shot is him saying “Well…. um…. “
Ya know, I should write more of my skit ideas into this space. It gets them out of my head and into a written form, and if it’s good enough, I might even be inspired to actually write the damned thing.
Like, the idea above would make a great skit, or short comedy film. In my mind, the part of The Canadian is played by Lorne Cardinal, twho played Officer David on Corner Gas.
His Officer Davis voice would work perfectly as the voice of the Innocent Canadian.
Well, Stage 1 of the Purge , uninstalling all mods, is done. Time to uninstall the game and then take a nap while it re-downloads it.
Hopefully this will all be worth it somehow.
But if not, WTF, it ‘s not like it cost me anything in the first place.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.