Hrm?

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Hitting bed at about 3:00 and waking at 11:00 was okay.  I had the alarm set for noon, but beat it.  I am trying to go to bed just a bit earlier.  I seem to be sleeping eight hours, give or take, with a game I like to wake up and play anyway.  Therefore, going to bed a few hours earlier might allow me to readjust my day back into the full spectrum of morning and afternoon.  I sort of had it there, until the game arrived in the mail.

The girls are absolute pains in the butt some mornings.  They bash the bedroom door, knock things over, and such.  On the mornings they do that though, they won't get food for a couple of hours.  If I hear nothing, nothing seemingly awoke me, I'll feed them right away.  Today they got to wait.  Every fifteen minutes I yelled out "Hungry!".  Heh.  Worked every time.  Just did it again (though I fed them an half hour ago... still works to get Sassy as worked up as a teen girl might for the boy-bands).   Yeah, poppo can be a vile cruel evil non-feeding food-teasing ogre.  Hungry!?!  Yeah, about that, thanks for the wake-up call.

I am completely out of all tobacco.  Yeah, I... need to get to town, soon.  I am out of milk.  Yep, I need to shop.  I have no fresh-frozen meats.  I have to go.  Ugh.  I'll... get there.  Probably.  Soon.  Maybe.  How addicted can I possibly be to blow off the addiction like that?  Or is that an honest testament to my illness?  Never mind, I'll just chew on a chunk of iron while I contemplate.  Later.