Monday, January 22, 2001

 

2:56 p.m. A very, very busy Monday, as usual. Thank the lucky star that I'm living under. I like busy. I thrive on busy. I've just taken my first break from busy and I'd very much like to get a coherent entry under way, but because I'm, you know -- busy -- it may take some doing.

The big idea here is to work in the daytime and relax in the evening and go to bed in the nighttime. It's what the sane people do, and that's the probable reason that they are sane. It's worth considering.

Still haven't gone to the market. I actually made a tuna casserole last night, as is the tradition when you're working those closets until you can see the four corners. I didn't even have Cream 'o Mushroom soup, either. Plus, I've only made this particular item, perhaps never. I didn't have peas, either. I am not a WASP.

This whole market thing has swung from a thrifty adventure to a death-defying march across the desert with only a single breath mint in one's pocket. I'm becoming alarmingly rigid in my attempt to finish things up.

1:44 a.m. Ah yes. I was saying.

Another evening's meal has been created from what's still here. There's an old phrase that sounds sort of stupid when you first hear it, and it still sounds stupid the next time you hear it ... but it's true. Oh, so true: Hunger makes the best sauce.

If you let yourself get hungry, you'll eat the strangest things, and with great joy.

In other doings, my foray into alternate mailing systems has ended with good old dependable Eudora, after all that. By playing around with it, I've discovered that I can work the archive system I need by going into the system folder and swapping old files with new files, just the way I used to be able to do in the old Outlook 4.5 before they closed down that feature, for good.

I also discovered that I could tint all the open windows a nice shade of vanilla pudding and so the resulting interface is almost as cute as Musashi. Life is good.

Mmmmm. Vanilla pudding ...