The kitchen stinks of vinegar, the X-Files is playing in the living room, and Violet is finally having a talk with me.

After a few mornings of the coffeepot complaining while brewing, it seemed like it was time to clean it; so–yay!–a kitchen wreaking of vinegar. But, hey, that means that tomorrow morning I’ll have a kitchen smelling of delicious coffee, again.

Violet didn’t come down for supper, so instead of the recent ritual of dinner in front of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, the TV was tuned to Pluto’s X-Files channel as background filler. The television is still on, playing for an empty room. I went ahead and did the dishes tonight, instead of waiting for anyone else; shortly thereafter Violet came down and sat at the table across from me and started telling me about the past few days while I sat and started to write this entry.

Two highlights from the conversation were her getting upset about someone saying she’s lazy at cleaning her brushes in art class and one of her friend’s  girlfriends broke up with them. Yesterday and today were also days, apparently. I have to say she sounded a bit like me when I say, “meh, it was a day.”

And now, I sit alone, as Violet retreats to her bed.

And now, I am back to where I was when I last sat here, struggling to think of what to write.

And now, I stare at the words I just wrote, and thought about how I hate my avoidance of the use of ellipsis. Ugh. I hate not using those three little periods. But I discovered that when I use them I break something on my home server. I think it’s the gopher server that suffers issues–if not it is a script doing conversion of WordPress things to gemini. I can’t remember. I don’t even know why I’m bothering to run a gopher or gemini server, anymore. Does anyone even bother with tinkering around in the world of the “smol” Internet?

Time to run another round of vinegar through the pot, I suppose.

I wasn’t able to mess with the fence tonight; by the time supper was over it had started to rain. Maybe tomorrow.

My face is telling me it’s time to trim the beard and shave again. Reckon I might do that before I go to bed. Oh, heck with it, I’ll see if the water heater has fully recovered and take a bath, then shave. Maybe I’ll even be extra and boil a few pots of water to dump into the bath–get it nice and hot.

I want more coffee. Guess I’ll nuke some water and take a cup of instant, since the pot is still getting flushed. “In a cup take one teaspoon.” One? No, we need more than that–let’s send our blood-pressure to the moon!

I should be sorting and folding laundry.

Diarium just prompted me, “How was your day?” Sorry, Diarium, I’m writing directly into my WP install. Oh, you didn’t know there was another? No, dear Diarium, you are the other, WordPress is my main lady, you’re the quickie on the side.

Yeah, I don’t know what was up with that. I’m growing tired and delusional. Vinegar fumes might also be getting to me. Lol.