LUNCH WITH ME

I feel like a chat with my computer today, and it's lunch time, so 
through this cathode ray window you're now joining me for lunch. Oh 
what fun!

I think I've said it before, but I never really got why people met 
for lunch. Besides some bargaining power over the opportunity for a 
free meal, it seems mutually inconvenient to pick the one time for 
talking to someone where your mouth is otherwise engaged. Surely 
it'd be better to go for a walk, or just sit without 
eating/drinking, but no, one is somehow obligated to engage in this 
absurd dual-purpose. Of course for typing it's not much better, but 
at least I can manage one hand free some of the time, and there's 
nobody asking questions while my mouth's full.

It's a hot day today, one of these short bursts of heat followed by 
a violent and stormy change which seem to be the standard pattern 
for this summer. At least the changes avoid hot nights so the house 
starts the day cool and I can put off turning the A/C on often 
until the change comes anyway. These days I seem to manage up to 
32degC if I'm naked indoors and not really doing much, before it 
gets really uncomfortable. I think that's increased. I used to set 
the A/C at 28degC, but this summer I've had it as 30degC.

I've probably lost a little weight, and am definitely fitter these 
days, with my routine runs and pre-bed push-up routine. Along with 
long walks, mainly to the nudist beach where my parking spot is 
usually a bit beyond the point of comfort to walk back to after 
paddling around there for hours. Maybe that's improved my heat 
tollerance, although it's still well below that of others like 
whoever keeps setting the date for that one nearby(ish) hamfest at 
the hottest time of year.

Being fitter seems to have made me more horny often too. It's nice 
to think that my attractiveness to women has increased with my 
physical fitness, but bugger all difference it makes when I never 
really meet them anyway. And do I want to? People drive me nuts a 
lot of the time. I get sick of them in general even through my 
exceptionally limited exposure. I get sick of my own human failings 
for that matter. But I still spend way too much time each day 
thinking about having a girlfriend, for sex, comfort, or 
companionship, depending on the moment. Someone to babble at in 
place of this computer too, obviously, but that'd probably be too 
much to ask of anyone. :)

OK, lunch finished with the last half-melted Tim Tam left in the 
packet from when packs were half price last week. Half price having 
gone from $2 up to $3 in the last couple of years, with a very 
brief interval at $2.50. I'd better see to the washing machine 
which has finished swishing around some blankets that I haven't 
washed in years. Time to see if there's anything left of them. 
Maybe that'll help improve impressions if a women ever does 
miraculously make it in here one day.

 - The Free Thinker