250ml actually

Ken came by and dropped off some large boxes, three of them just the thing for mailing a large oscilloscope. Things seem to be going OK with him, which is good because things going OK with me, depends on things going OK with him.

I forgot to ask him about his experiences with depositing checks through an ATM though.

I showed him the neat stuff I'd found behind the lab equipment place, and told him I'm not going to ask any money for stuff I find any more, because the stuff I did get him to pay me for, hasn't sold as well as I thought it would. So if I find stuff it just goes on Ebay and that's that.

We ended up talking quite a bit about science-y and other things out front, with Ken sitting in his truck, and while we talked there was a big crunching sound and some yelling and screaming from the alley between the two buildings here. There are bums who live in there aside from Ms. Crackhead who's colonized the far corner of the parking lot, and the ally bums, not her and her friends, were doing the usual bum thing: fighting. I think the crunching, which was very loud, was one bum using their bum-car to push the other bum's car out (the alley's narrow so one car can block another one in) and one of the bums being female, there was quite a bit of screeching and caterwauling.

Ken and I looked at each other and I said, "Is it 10/22 o'clock yet?" Ken heard it as "10:22" and said he'd check the time, and I murmured to him "No, it's code for the gun I have, you know, 10/22" and he thought that was pretty clever. The two bums drove their bum cars out, one going left at the street and what might have been a cop following, and the other to the right. They didn't come back.

Ken and I were talked out, so he took off and I got stuff ready to list, but decided to eat what could only be called a snack platter, of sliced Japanese fish cake, cucumbers, fried fava beans (a naughty habit of mine because I try to stay low-carb and they're pretty carby) and some of the really hot little pickles I'd bought a big jar of. Then I starting nipping on the 200ml of liquor I'd poured out for myself, and between that and watching stuff on YouTube, I never got the listings done and went to bed at about 4.

I'd decided I "needed" just a little bit more and had poured about 50ml more and drank that, and I woke up at about 8AM with the light on for some reason and got up, turned it off, and got more sleep until about 1:30. When I actually got out of bed at 2, I noticed that I'd apparently thought I needed to look at something outside, and taken away the metal shelf I lean up to block anyone looking in the mail slot, and that's probably when I'd turned on the light. I had no memory of it so that was 50ml too much.

I got up and photo'd the Ebay items and after sluggishly moping around, reading stuff on Reddit and so on, listed them, had my coffee etc halfway through, realized I felt crappy, and got out a ginseng drink. I'd gotten a 10-pack for if I get sick, well, I feel sick now. It didn't really help, so I tried eating some scrambled eggs and sausage and that was a little better.

Between all that and getting the last of the listings done, it was around 10 in the evening when I started to think about practicing, which I didn't feel much like doing. Right on the dot some bums started patrolling around outside so that nixed that.

I actually cooked more food, some beef and asparagus, and ate that too. So my appetite's OK I guess. I futzed around taking stuff apart and getting another batch of Ebay items together, and it was really quiet out so I was able to put the scrap metal out for some scavenger to pick up.

I got out the salmon trimmings I buy because it's a cheap way to buy salmon, and trimmed the skin off. This latest batch was really nice and easy to work with. So for my $6 odd I got 4, 5oz servings. And I tossed the skins out for the birds. There was ways you can cook the skins and maybe I should try it sometime but I didn't want to this time.

So I was actually pretty productive, for feeling lousy and staying in.