Crash.

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No, I did not finish the dishes. I did not collect $200. I went straight to bed. I had my alarm set. I reset it three times before finally just turning the damned thing off. At least I have enough on the ball that I can be pissed about it. Oh, not too angry, I know how this illness can be. I am not happy though. Never mind.

I saw that my friend called, so I called back. It seems he has been in some trouble this week too. Serious trouble it seems. Earlier this week he started having a lot of trouble breathing. Thankfully he called someone this time. He was way low on both blood and iron. They seem to have fixed him back up, filling both of those reserves. Who knows how low he was. He, like me, seems to be able to survive past going well below survival levels of stuff. He, like me, is feeling better, if just gaining his feet too. He needs to do some clothes shopping, not food. I said I could help this afternoon, and let him know he is invited for a spaghetti dinner if that suits him. He isn't sure. He said, regarding the clothes since he has been gaining weight (a good thing, trust me) that when he went to his closet, he couldn't find a thing to wear. He did note women do this every day! Ha! I just suggested that now he knows what women go through! What a larf. Oh, hush women. You know of that which we speak. Iffin you might not think it so grandly hilarious.

I finally woke at 13:30 or so. I feel good. I have some energy back. It's a happy, if late, day. Never mind, I'll do what I can. A shower, perhaps a neck trim, maybe a bit of beard clipping, then the rest of grooming and dressing and I'll be there... in a few hours. I ain't moving fast. I am fully awake, just not... quite able yet. Bah!

Good day.