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Acid reflux. Ruined my night.

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I hear that reflux isn't all that nice and is a rather bothersome type of pain that's unlike many other things. Hopefully it's transient for you.

Addendum to neighbors shooting: they were doing it in the middle of the night. Must have been a swarm of hares or something. As they say, when the parents are away. I went out and had a look whilst being sneaky, and yep, "kids" off the road on their property. Live and let live and all that, though likely inconsiderate considering the time (I am aware of social graces after all), and you can't check your backdrop all that well. I sadly forgot to take the camera, as that would have been funny. .223 Rem. bolt gun or .357/.44 Mag. lever gun is my Professional Autistic opinion on what (around the same noise for those). Not a high pressure cartridge. Moderate.

Woke up sad, but woe is me.

Dreaming of a parody of a parody, that I could've wake up laughing...


I'm done fasting for now.
I'll just eat some lunch later. And cycle myself to places I would've go to.

Maybe some chores. Maybe make a box to dump all my receipts. Maybe another and a bigger box for stuff I brought but hadn't used anyway.
Maybe ask some printing stores how much to custom print plain items... I'm aiming for a particular theme and mark it as mine.

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Yesterday I learned of a fresh loss in a season of losses; a dear friend has died. He was one of the truly brilliant aspies with a mind encompassing all manner of physics and astronomy, but he spent the last half of his life working in a machine shop.

I met him in Blue Mountain Lake in the Adirondacks where he was building Adirondack guide boats with the attention to detail such that the final “sanding” was with a linen cloth.

He helped me through so many critical junctures in my life. Always available if I could reach him. His was the kind of friendship so common for those of us with autism; intense yet distant. Once, while I was canoeing on Lake Lila, he drove five hours and climbed a mountain to watch me on the lake. I had no idea he was there. He told me about it, describing my movements, when we met after my trip.

He apparently fell and hit his head. He laid on the floor for five days before someone found him and got him to the hospital. Although he regained consciousness and seemed to be getting better, he suddenly died.

Rest in peace, my friend.

I slept wrong and now my lower back has been paying the price all day.

At work, today and yesterday, someone monopolized one out of three litterboxes in the men's litterbox. He arrived before 9:30am and left after 3pm

The building has plenty of cops on standby and security guards and loss prevention. Apparently nobody noticed or cared.

I don't want to tattle on him because then it brings up the question of why I was in the Litterbox so often as to notice him.

The building already does not have enough litterboxes. The Building Code requires a certain number of litterboxes per employee. But plenty of contractors, day laborers and customers share the same litterbox. Contractors don't count against the litterbox quota

Also I don't want to tattle because I don't want to talk to anyone usually

Makes me regret not doing better at school but whatever

Catching the "good" neighbor in a lie, which I guess doesn't upset me that much as I don't expect much different in this world, but...I'm disappointed.

The continuing adventures of pocket knife abuse.

Blue lights and bright spots.

Something bit my finger the other day when cutting up branches. I guess some type of spider. Not bad, but an interesting lump; I like to note the effects of various bites, and it's a shame I didn't see what it was.

It’s gone now, but thank you anyway.

Trying not to feel guilty, empty and sad.
I don't have any friends left and don't know how to make new ones. Everyone around me has so many friends they know from school, and they are already married and have children. I feel disconnected

I've put fake tan on my arm to try out this new brand Tanologist... It has not gone as planned, my arm is a nice brown but my knuckles have gone slightly orange and I feel slightly sticky. I think I'll stick with Loving Tan it's a million times better even if it does cost an entire mortgage.

I don't know why but putting fake tan on just gives you a very surprising confidence boost.

Darker and depressed these days.
But the depression is more a meh kind of feeling.
I've come to accept it will always be around
Until I'm not.

Altercations with hand sanitiser.

Stupid adjustment to my front aero made my car undrivable and I had to pit to correct it, went from having a chance to win to having to work hard for a 12th place. Oh well, still got points.

I got a bike... and after trying to ride it remembered that I can't ride a bike well at all. lmao

Turns out that lower back problem I had was just Sciatica and it recently started acting up big time. I can still get around...barely, but it really hurts. I'm determined to keep pushing through.

Tested another couple of folders and a fixed blade as control on hardwood branches, for the continuing adventures of, or better, my hypothesis that folding knives are stronger than many think (ones on the cheaper side too, but still decent). A Spyderco Endura 4 (FRN FFG), a Benchmade Griptilian (the most expensive out of the lot; newer S30V steel version), and a Mora Companion. I threw a wildcard in too, a similar sized non-utility folding knife, a Cold Steel Ti-Lite. The Endura 4 and Griptilian performed about the same as the Ontario RAT-1, but not as well as the Spyderco Resilience due to it being the largest. The Ti-Lite didn't do that well due to the blade not designed for cutting, but still did it. Nothing came loose on any of them. The Mora Companion, the control, a small fixed blade, performed about the same as the utility folding knives; it was more comfortable due to the rounder, beefier handle.

So, it appears I have a working theory. Decent folders, regardless of price, can be as useful as small fixed blades of similar size for outdoors and utility purposes whilst being far easier to carry (you don't notice one clipped on to yourself). Survival might be different, but I'm looking at general use. If just hiking or exploring with no need to chop or clear stuff, I'd just go with a folder personally, but that's me. The RAT-1 in AUS-8 is probably the best deal, as it's the cheapest out of the lot and held up as well as the others. Autism out, I guess.