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Sushi at Redfish again tonight. As a dear friend would say… “yummadoo!”. They do this seared tuna thing with maguro steaks hand rolled in a seasoning and then sealed up with a handheld propane blowtorch that is fantastic. Take all the pretension out of seared Ahi and mix that with some sashimi grade fish and some herbal flavoring and you get… well, yummadoo. A couple of rolls and a couple of sakes later and I find myself at the 24 hour grocery looking for supplies resembling food. Grocery shopping is one of the most depressing things a widower can do. It is absolutely a prime environment for bombardment with a myriad of painful nostalgia from a previously happy domestic life. Some isles are more poignant than others. Nevertheless, I survived the ordeal and yet again was amazed at how such little, by volume, crap could amount to so much, by numeric value, money. Grocery shopping, all emotion aside, is a fucking racket. Henry was happy to see that dad brought home more cheese and carrots… both of which he is enamoured with beyond description. I bought a bunch of things that I could arguably do without, but seemed to be necessities at the time EVEN THOUGH I was shopping wisely on a full tummy. That was premeditated. I found these tiny, baby bottles of Gatorade that I had to have. They are good for hangovers (with BC Powder) and refreshment after the sex I’m not having. I worked most of the day pre-sushi, so there isn’t much to say outside of being disappointed in the photography situation. I ran across a sneak-peek link to some pre-Rev3 release stuff coming out next month in EVE, but that won’t interest 99.9% of y’all. Most things I can’t benefit from anyway (like the Black Ops and Tech II improvements), but it’s still nice to know development is ongoing. I am fairly certain I remembered to DVR House tonight, so I’m off to watch that before bed. Toodles.