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I don't really have anything significant to post, but that's never stopped me before.

Today I need to go to the gym.  I've been really bad lately.  I tell myself that it's because I didn't want to have to contend with all the New Year's Resolutioners who would dominate the place for the first month and then vanish.  But really, that's just an excuse.

I also need to choose a book to read.  I'd been trying Dune Messiah, but I just can't bring myself to care.  I got through Dune easily enough.  Don't know what's up with the sequel.  So, I'll divide The Stack into smaller stacks later, and choose a random book from a random stack.  Because I like complicating unimportant things that really could (and should) be simple.

I also need to go to the store.  I need milk, juice, eggs, and some form of meat.  Onion soup mix would also be a good move.  I know I have another pack somewhere, but I can't find the blasted thing.  I also ought to take a look at my recipes and see if there's anything I might want to cook this week that requires an ingredient for which I'm currently in low supply.

I think I'd like to take up canning (once I have a job again, I guess).  You know - preserves and pickled foods and relishes and the like.  Of course, it looks as though getting a large stock pot and a rack that fits inside it are going to be crucial tools.  Apparently, an essential part of the canning involves processing them in a boiling water bath.  According to my (minimal) research, the best way to do this is to place them on a rack in a stock pot and boil.  If anyone knows a better way, I'm probably all ears.

I need to call Hottie from Michigan.  I need to call the fag with a vagina today, too.  

I think "Fag with a vagina" is a great description.  Anyone else want to style themselves as such?  I don't think being gay is necessary (though having a vagina probably is).

I have developed a strange interest in trying to date women for a short time.  Just as an experiment, to see what it's like.

I'm going to call the Episcopal dude tomorrow.  I've decided that I should at least audition and see what happens.  I hate the idea of leaving Edgewater Presbyterian, but I'm about to be in a bad way very soon, financially.  And I just don't have the body to be a stripper or escort (another reason to go to the gym...hopefully, if I ever get fired from another job ever again, I'll have the ass(ets) to make money as a pole dancer or something until the next decent job comes along).