Tuesday 31 January 2006

Pic of the day: For women, perhaps "the best remedy when you have worries is to fill up your stomach". For men, stress lets us work without food for a while, but we have to pay back later. Today was such a payback day.

Day of hunger

I woke up and was a bit hungry. There wasn't much to do about that, because I ate the last of the yogurt yesterday. Nor did I bring any other fresh food with me. There was only dry food left, and it was quite old at that. I am probably going to throw away most of it unless a great disaster hits our lands before I get to buy something more palatable. I did eat a little flatbread (unleavened bread) and drink water before I went to work.

At work I ate a small yogurt with LGG bacteria, supposedly extremely healthy for your digestion, since I had moved and all. Also a cup of normal strawberry yogurt. A cup of chocolate pudding. A cup of caramel pudding. Not long after, I was hungry again, and ate another cup of caramel pudding and one of chocolate milk. Around 13 (1 PM) I was starting to get hungry again, and went to McDonalds and bought their newest offering, "El Maco Grande". It wasn't too bad, and it certainly hit the spot.

I dislike having to resort to eating animal carcasses ... not that I am a vegetarian, but I've known lots of animals and frankly I don't think it is something they would have appreciated. More realistically, I wouldn't have appreciated it for the animals I knew personally, so it seems kinda hypocritical to eat other animals of the same species that I just happen to not know. But it kept me fed for hours without eating too much fat. Fat definitely slakes the hunger, but after last spring it does unspeakable things to my body and soul. It may have done so before too, only I didn't know. But it definitely got worse after that.

After this, I have gone until 8 PM before I grew seriously hungry again. By now I have food. Phone Girl drove me home (?) to my old apartment, where we filled her car with my remaining garbage (in black plastic bags, so it was rather sanitary, nor was this stinky stuff). We threw it all away at the free recycling station near Tangvall. She then drove me to the supermarket where I bought some food, and then home here. My new home. I put it in my newly washed fridge. Life is good.

During this past stressful week, I worked hard and ate only a half-liter box of yogurt or two a day, and some cookies. At least in us males, stress hormones flush fatty acids into our blood stream. This comes in handy on such days, when I actually have work to do and not much time to eat. But it is a killer if the stress comes from something you can't do anything about, and you don't do physical work. For instance an office worker with a stressing job. Not recommended.

In other news, two computers are NOT enough to keep my home office warm during winter nights. For your information. Perhaps when I get all three up and running? But there is no reason for that until I get Internet connection here. I called my ISP today. They had already installed the ADSL in the apartment I'm not moving to, even though I called them a few days ago and called it off. In all fairness, the guy I talked to back then told me that it may be late to call off the installers. I think that's mainly because they don't want to call them off, though. For each time I move I have to either pay a nice fee, or sign up for 12 more months with them. I suppose I'll still use them in 24 months, but ... I don't know. That's an awful lot of time in this line of business, and it's anybody's guess who is operating it by then. The local utility company that I originally signed up with as my ISP has already sold the customer base to NextGenTel, which is among the hottest candidates for acquisition in hi-tech Norway. Anyway, I've ordered the next move, to this address. I've also transferred the electricity here to me, and will terminate my account at the old place once it is washed out, presumably on Thursday.

Next up is getting the stuff from the apartment I didn't move into, up here. There's quite a bit of it, so I guess I should put away some of the stuff I already got up here. This happens bit by bit, although me writing my journal and playing Sims2 doesn't exactly speed it up. I just started a new neighborhood in Sims2, actually. It is a parody on the Legacy Challenge, and is called Reinboe Parodays. You are going to hear more about it, probably, but perhaps not a whole lot. I think I will write about it mainly on the LiveJournal community for Sims2, where many of the Legacy stories are written.

Anyway, good times. Normalcy of sorts have returned to my life, in a prettier and somewhat more expensive place. And colder, I'm afraid. It is not as well insulated, and larger. But the house is built in 1964, so it has at least some modern insulation, for instance in the windows. Still, not the triple-insulated home built just after the last energy crisis, like where I lived before. I am going to see this on the utility bill, I expect. Of course, it is a house rather than a basement, so it's bound to be more expensive. And at least I have lots of candles left from Y2K, so I can always burn some of those for heat. ^_^ They give off something like 100 watt each, and presumably so do I. It all adds up...

I guess my reduced body fats contributes to the feeling of cold, too. I understand that the body turns the flame down a bit when it believes there is a lack of food, a belief that is decided by the calorie intake and the fat deposits rather than by my eyes, which can clearly see that there is food enough around here to kill us all. Clearly my body can think of worse ways to die, too. Even though I ate an hour or so ago, a large cup of yogurt, it is already screaming for more. Oh yeah. To quote No Bounds by G.O.L.: "Durations of restlessness, durations of hunger". At least the restlessness was mercifully short. With my computers up and running, time is once again the scarce factor in my life. And I guess that's the best a human can hope for. After all, it just means that all my other needs are filled. Even though my body may disagree on that last point...