A Simple Way To Go Faster Than Light That Does Not Work

Also, I have been making a point to eat breakfast! This is unusual for me. "Breakfast", for me, is traditionally a coffee and some sort of enormous doughy lumpus. Now I'm actually puttin away the eggs and cereal and such. (And keeping the coffee, of course.) This is great.

Should I go to the doctor for a checkup next month? I have heard disagreement about whether it's an annual or a biannual thing (at least in my age bracket). But it can't hurt, right?

Next month it'll have been a year since I was first given a proper diagnosis and treatment for those awful stomachaches. They've come back once or twice since then, but I can always make them go away by myself now. In retrospect I can't believe I lived under them in painful ignorance for as long as I did.

According to my logs, I haven't had a noteworthy day-long stomachache in nearly two months. The Prilosec treatment seems to have done its job! Very nice.

Reminded of this because I had three drinks and change last night, and this morning I'm feeling a little burned inside. I too easily forget that that stuff is not good for my tum, out of moderation. On the other hand, it's fading away already as the day goes on - I just need to take it easy.

Today was a stomachache day so I didn't do much. Though it was axe-in-the-gut bad at its apex, I note that it was my first in over three weeks (I've been keeping a log ever since my zomg it must be cancer dealie in December), and the ache faded before bedtime. After an entire afternoon of reading and napping on the couch (I also got up unusually early to take a business call), I let myself have a little bit of coffee to clear away the mental fog, and I did not double over in agony. So that's all good.

I hypothesize that it was from eating poorly yesterday. Among the things I ate was a Grade D cheeseburger (seriously, it was like unto an elementary school's cafeteria output) from the probable source of my food poisoning last winter. Don't ask.

Yes, I will bring up the stomachache days when I go to the doctor next month.

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I am reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, by the way, lent to me by dictator555. I'm enjoying it a great deal. So far, it's my favorite of the series. I know, in two short sentences, what the big reveals are, but I don't know any of the details and am having a tasty time discovering them. It reminds me of my going back and watching the first two seasons of BSG after watching most of the third one, actually.

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Yesterday I played some games at one of dougo's occasional game parties and felt like a cranky little shit for a lot of it. I hate when I get that way; I will say or do something cranky and then try to make up for it with a display of forced non-crankiness and really I don't think it fools anyone. So, if you happened to catch a whiff of that, sorry.

I will try to be better about it later. I think that I didn't really feel like playing games, and kept agreeing to more games even after recognizing this. What the hell? Eh.

Mr. Ranger finally accepted the sweet embrace of death just now, after three days of play. Not before taking down Wormtongue and Muzgash, though, making this the best Angband run I've ever had.

He died not so much from rotten luck as from pushing my luck a little too far, but I think my self-consciousness about the timesink was giving him a bit of a deathwish too. It was hella fun but I'm grimly glad it's done. For addiction-prone sorts like me, Angband and other roguelikes trump WoW and such because they make death fatal; if your character dies, it's immediately and forever gone. None of this chickenshit pay-100-gold-to-resurrect-yourself business. Want to play more? Suck it up and roll a new level 1 guy.

As if. Done for now; deleted the executable, just to make sure. Back to real life.

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Not to say I haven't been doing other things. I should probably note that yesterday was one of the worst stomachache days I've ever had. I hadn't had one in a while, so when I woke up with that light burning feeling, instead of taking it easy I decided to go ahead with a planned museum date with classicaljunkie. This turned out to be a poor idea, and before long I was hobbling around like an old man because of the hot coal in my stomach. An attempt to feel better via Museum Soup made things much worse, and I was grimacing with knife-in-the-gut pain the whole T ride home.

Immediate administration of pepto, water, and rest mellowed things out quite a bit within a couple of hours, and as always when I woke up this morning there was no trace of it.

Yes I should see a doctor about it. The prerequisite here is deciding whether to go full-time or remain a contractor and buy into a plan myself. I told myself I'd decide once the ITA project was done, but it's near enough to that now than I really oughtta think about moving ahead with that decision soonish, eh.