Bedtime.

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Yeah, sure, I made it to town.  My friend got what he needed but I forgot what I needed to exchange.  I checked the mail on my way to town and the check I have been awaiting is in.  So, tomorrow, back to town to get that into the account, pick my friend up for an extra day out if just to Walmart, an exchange and a bit of shopping, the back in time to fertilize I hope.  Yeah, but maybe a morning session in the garden.  Just an hour or two to try to get a step closer to being ahead regarding weeds.

It was too late by the time I returned.  Eating a large meal didn't help much on the score of getting to anything when I got home.  Yes, I did call and let them know not to bring dinner.  Which worked out since "mom" was ooc and "dad" had no clue.  See, I like that I am not the only one.  Never de who.  So... I guess I get what of the plumbing I end up getting done tomorrow, but the following day should be good.  Friday or Saturday, weather allowing, another day of shooting.  I am out of ammunition, but I will gladly take my friend.  Hmm, I ought to find my slingshot and practice with that.  It's something, and would work for small game.  I wonder if Zero has locked down ammo for that, to?

Feeling my oats tonight.  Yeah.  It's good to be back on track and really putting in some sweat and time.  Things are coming together, if seemingly too slowly.  I'll have to pick up the pace.  When I am in town tomorrow I will be taking my sewing machine in to see if they can fix a few things and tighten up the device sum total while they are at it.  I won't just give them a green light.  If they find something too big (expensive) I will either have to look for another machine or wait for repairs.  Yeah...  Getting to things, slowly.

Just a bit of my type of music that has threads in with the recent haiku contest and my senses of things tonight.  Big and bold, hard and heavy, and full of pep... if not going anywhere further with it tonight.  A rock song then some metal, and finally a little more soothing music.. if the theme might unsettle neophytes.  Not throat metal though.  That's just not quite the thing.  That and generally I don't care for it.  Odd little bits, if you have the ears to hear.  And again, yeah.

As for me?  Keep the edge, keep the lost but never lonely, lose the "but a little more slowly".  Hit the gas and let fate deal with whatever comes, innit?  Hells yeah.


Just a little taste of death in life.  Won't get to taste that next time.  You know I was not always a child of the light.  Memories?  Yeah, well, whatever.  Of course, there is a double entendre.  Even in light there is shadow.  Only a shade of the light might understand though?


Balls to the wall!  This you cannot learn with mere practice.  It's an... acquired taste.  Not a taste one would choose, and only the talented and lucky survive the gifting.  Once that hunger is unleashed there isn't enough blood in the world to feed it.  I have turned my hunger over to the only Master who should ever command it.

Good night.