Hmm, that shouldn't have been a hit.

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The few dishes are done, the kitchen neatened a bit, most of the laundry run through, what needs folded was folded, but some things remain to be hung and all of it needs to be put away.  The cat litter will be swapped out tonight and the trash and recycling taken to the curb.  Anything else?  No, not a chance.  I am honestly surprised I got to what I did do.  After supper arrives I may tinker just long enough to digest dinner, take my medicine early, and go on to bed.

While the sleep and run times are all stunted, at least I am finding time within them to do what is needed.  I won't begrudge that.  And, really, I am getting more done in less time and more done sum total than when I was staying up and sleeping in a typical, normal, generic, expected by the main stream, fashion.  I still can't concentrate for squat.  It isn't just Latin, or reading.  Even in my game, focusing on objectives, remembering how to do some things, and getting all the collectibles has proven beyond my ken.  I can play the game, basically, but nothing beyond.  I am actually down, pretty hard.  That I am doing other things, anything, is a bit of a surprise.  I don't generally like surprises, whether I sneak up and find my own personal ones or someone 'gifts' me with a surprise.  This one I will take.

I am a bit sore and ill.  I can't say what the problem is, just that... Well... it feels like someone used a human organ mixer in there, than beat on the area with a sludge hammer.  In a mild way.  Gullet juice running loose is making everything a bit green.  Well, if I had to fantasize.  I have never had internal bleeding like that, well... maybe that once.  But that was the least of my problems at the time so I wouldn't have noticed that as a major issue, consciously.  If your toe has been hit by a hammer but your hand is on fire, you... sort of not tend to notice the toe.

Actually I don't think I am going to make supper.  I am crashing hard, fast, and uncontrollably.  Good night.