As per traditional norms, I am currently in a mental fog and all the rest.
But this time it is definitely all my fault because I stayed up till 10 am playing ESO.
It was sort of an experiment. I wanted to see how long I could play before fatigue or hunger forced me to quit.
And when I quit at 9 am (to eat and then go to bed at 10 am) I was not entirely done. I probably could have done another hour if I had pushed myself.
But why? This is, after all, a leisure activity and thus meant to be fun. When it stops being fun, ya stop doing it.
One related item of note : I signed up for ESO Plus, the premium membership plan which lets you access absolutely everything they have online, including all the content you would normally have to pay big bucks to access.
For example, it would cost me $40 to access Elseweyr in the game if I bought it separate. ESO plus costs $18/month and gives me access to everything.
The way I figure it, it would cost like $200+ to buy all the extra content separately, so it would therefor take around a year before I broke even paying for ESO Plus.
And while I am loving the heck out of the game right now, I somehow doubt I will still be playing it all the time a year from now.
Still planning on launching my latest plan to get food delivered tonight. Operation Try Closing Now will commence.
In other words, I am ordering from 7-11.
And that means that I get hot food at pretty dang good prices. I know I am going to get a smokey and the tasty crinkle cut fries. But that’s like, only $5, and I plan to spend around $20 total,. so I will probably get some spring rolls or taquitos as well.
And maybe a mildly naughty dessert. Like a couple of cookies.
Damn do I miss chocolate bars. That’s the one that still hurts the most. Chocolate bars are everywhere and I used to enjoy them so much that it’s downright painful to see them all over the place knowing I dare not have one even as a treat.
Way too naughty.
It’s occurred to me, though, that one pretty strong argument for my finally getting a working glucometer is that if I had one, I could occasionally have something super naughty and then just take a reading after and give myself as much insulin as it takes for things to get back to normal.
So there’s that. It doesn’t quite solve the problem by itself – the executive dysfunction of not being able to figure out which one to get remains.
But it gives me extra incentive to keep flailing away at the problem and one of these days, I will actually break through and clear the mental block.
And then I will say to myself, “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”.
But it was.
More after the break.
Sweet Sweet Victory
Or in this case, savoury victory. Why?
Because I am savouring finally getting food delivered! Finally, it worked, god damn it.
It even worked exactly like it’s supposed to. Simple. Easy. Reliable.
Specifically, I finally ordered from Dinesty Dumpling House. Yeah, I was going to order from 7-11 but I forgot that searching for 7-11 on Foodora does not get you 7-11 and while I was trying to remember the trick to making it show up,. I got tempted by Dinesty and so here we are.
So I have, at long last, the Cold Cucumbers With Garlic (pretty good) and my Garlic Steak “Bento” Box.
Bento my ass. I was very disappointed to get my order and find it was not in any sense packaged bento style. It was just two round dishes, one for the entree and one for the rice, with a couple of things (including half of a boiled egg) jammed in with the entree.
So I call foul. If I order bento, the packaging is the main feature I want. I absolutely love all the little boxes with their bits of food in them.
Dunno why, but for some reason, that presentation pleases me enormously.
It’s just so damned stylish!
So boo on you, Dinesty. This ain’t bento. It ain’t bento at all!
That said, the Garlic Steak is okay. Nothing to write home about but it’s decent. It has fresh cracked pepper, plus there is a little in the rice. And I am not fond of black pepper in any form, but it’s not a total dealbreaker for me.
Plus, when the pepper gets to be too much, I eat another piece of cold garlic cucumber, and the contrast between peppery rice and beef and nice cool cucumber is lovely.
Anyhow, mission frigging accomplished. I ordered. I ate. I won.
I am still planning on doing the 7-11 thang once I remember how to make it show up, though. Being able to get my usual sorts of things delivered could make a huge difference in my life, especially if I end up getting sick.
Gah. Got a large chunk of peppercorn on my tongue. Ow ow ow.
Anyhow, I admit, I am starting to worry about my getting (Your Codename Will Be) Covid-19. I know that if I get it. it will hit me very hard, because my immune system is compromised as fuck what with my blood sugar being so high.
So it would be pneumonia city for me at the very least. And I sure as fuck don’t want to be playing THAT record again any time soon.
God damn it, it’s like the pepper coated my tongue and won’t wash off. That is downright evil, in my opinion.
Oh well, this too shall pass. I hope.
But it’s going to make me pretty damned leery of anything with black pepper in it for a while. Nothing like a long term burning sensation to sear something into your memory.
Makes me wish I hadn’t been tempted to get the garlic steak and stayed with the pork dumpling I had been trying to order for ages.
Then again, that might have been full of pepper too.
This is why I have trust issues.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.