I got all the packages that had to be done last night before midnight or be "overdue" like library books, done. Even this one big "industrial" computer, some hunk'a'junk running a 286 I believe.
I drank what I thought was a fair amount of sake to get sleepy before bedtime, watching a bunch of stuff about Yukio Mishima. And went to sleep for two hours?? So I drank a bit more, more Yukio Mishima and a couple of capsules of kava-kava, and slept until about 9AM. I even got out of bed with a fair amount of vigor.
I finished off the packages, and was out the door with a loaded bike trailer at a quarter after 10. I stopped at the same food truck and got chicken wings and ate them in the shade of a tree right there.
The drop-offs went fine, and in case I was going to "crash" like yesterday, I chose to go, trailer and all, over to Nijiya, mainly for more sake. I'd gone through almost one of the big "magnum" bottles in a day. I think I'd underestimated how much vodka I'd been drinking; I'd been going through two "handles" a week at least. Since the sake is much weaker at 15% alcohol and also I've been diluting it, it means using a fair amount as I taper down. It's $10 a bottle at H Mart and $6 a bottle at Nijiya, and besides, I'd not be in danger of suddenly feeling super fatigued back here and then drag myself out to go get the stuff.
On Old Oakland Road there was a gibbering female zombie by Apatizigan (sp?) Market who yowled at me as I swung wide, "Motherfucker! I'll stab you with my own spear!" as it apparently didn't like my zombie-stay-away stick. I sped past but there was a male gibbering zombie on the corner and as I kept an eye on that one and traffic, I heard the female zombie getting closer, perhaps walking faster or even running? A fast-walker anyway. I took an opening in traffic and went down Hedding to 7th. That area's always had a low-level zombie infestation anyway.
I parked the bike/trailer out front of Nijiya and got my stuff, and rode back along 5th. It's really pleasant being out in the day. I'd never noticed a row of low-income apartments are actually painted really bright colors like yellow and light green. I stopped at Dahl's and got a Dahl's calendar, the desktop kind because they were out of the kind that hang on the wall. I can "rig it up" to hang on the wall anyway, I told them.
I got back in here (traffic busy on Old Bayshore, it being noon) and as I came in, a little black pickup truck with a white topper pulled up and I thought the guy might try to grab my bike so I got the bike, trailer, etc., in here tout de suite and shut and locked the door. But I think the guy was waiting for someone because he didn't take off once the "bait" of my bike was gone. Or maybe waiting to see if I'd go back out so he could jump me. He did left after a while.
I watched some YouTube and had some natto and went to bed at about 3, where I stayed until 7. Feeling pretty twitchy and having some dilute sake now. I wrote out a daily status report to Ken so he knows what's going on - I'm kind of hoping I don't see him until next week because among other problems, I stink. And I stink because I've gone through a lot of my clean clothes, and there's no way the cut on my hand can take doing laundry. Not the way I've been doing it, with tons of hand wringing.
I actually am amazed I took off like a tiger this morning because after my nap, I felt weak as a kitten. The rest of the day has been being twitchy and almost feeling like I'm getting weaker. It was an ordeal getting just a few packages packed.
Now one thing is, for the past 30 days, stopping only a day or two ago, I'd been having two Alka-Seltzers as a nice fizzy drink in the morning, with vodka put in for good measure of course. Well, Alka-Seltzer has a lot of sodium citrate in it, and it's just not a good idea. It seems to be constipating, for instance. So that's been a major shift for my system right there. I'm going to stop all "frivolous" use of aspirin from here on out.
I really thought I could be a drinker and it'd be OK. The vodka I was getting was inexpensive and actually tasted pretty good as such things go - on a par with Stoli I'd say. So I felt I was drinking something pure, and I was always diluting it. Maybe it's just not good to drink once one reaches a certain age.
I think I'll have to be like Ken and not drink coffee or caffeinated things too. Tea, and pretty much the only soda besides soda water, since we both drink diet, is diet 7-Up. So yeah, caffeine is off my list. Ken likes dark teas but I'm pretty happy with green or jasmine tea, myself.
Dinner last night had been miso soup with chicken and I cooked up the same thing tonight - I figured I'd better if that's what had me charging so hard when I got up. And tomorrow I'd better get done anything important I'm going to do, before noon.
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