I went to bed early, but...

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A phone call.  Want dinner?  I thought to myself, do I want dinner?  Just waking the mind has to... reverberate a question for the words to make sense or something.  Then it was... Do I!  Sure!  So, a couple of large breakfast burritos were over quite shortly.  I am pretty sure there was a homemade salsa chutney to top it as well.  I was too busy scarfing to... take the time to look.  Oh, yeah, hungry.  Four or five days of calorie-pinching has me in a feast or fight mode.  While it did wake me after only a few hours rest, I couldn't get right back to sleep.  Who wants to sleep on a full stomach anyway?

I goofed for about four hours, sparred with D.C. a bit.  Oh, and D.C., don't get all gnarly.  I'm just ringing the bell, checking the baffles, making sure of some things.  Even if you happened to end up liberal, I wouldn't actually hate you or anything.  NO.  I am not saying you are, just... a what if.  And, yeah, I buy your answers.  The vitriol just sort of gets to me, in spite of my own, somehow.  And on the same topic.  Reading Non Sequitur back to April 1st helps.  It's done, but not over I suppose.

Now, back to bed.  The hope is to get up and get out tomorrow, the day after, or when I can.  Good night... and it is night.  Nice...