How strange.

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While I haven't been physically active, the machine is trying to kick over.  All of that potential is going into thought.  What surprises me is how expensive thinking at this level can be.  While I decipher the past, present, dreams, and such, I weary.  But I can't really stop it either.  When healthy enough for physical or mental, even in this way, once on a project I can't stop until it is complete.  I am well and truly hoping this process has run it's course.  I am exhausting myself, almost to the point of pain.

It is not a bad thing though.  It is keeping the engine from simply stalling, or going down to a low idle.  I do like to keep the engine stoked, just in case the wheels get the chance to hit the road.  Tomorrow, it is hoped, I will be doing just that.  A good night of sleep will help, with or without dreams.  My dreams haven't been leaving me exhausted.  While, perhaps, sexy, or sexual, it hasn't been explicitly so.  Just... the vague sense, like walking down the street and getting the scent of beautiful.  The sugar plums and brandy of sex come to mind but there is nothing active about it.  Pleasant.  If anything has wearied me about the dreams, it is remembering and thinking about them while awake.

Tomorrow... to the store, to visit a friend, to just get out of the cave for a bit.  I am ready by will.  Hopefully the flesh will pick up and carry on with it too.  For now, though, I am simply weary.  Too tired, almost.  Best make use of this.  Good night.