Why so many hits?

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Yeah, there are a lot of visits lately here on the blog.  Mellowing my harsh, man.  Never mind.

I am trying to push my days so that I am awake to noon, or past.  An hour later here, two extra hours there, and I am getting there.  But it does wear me out.  Not much else happens when I am pushing like this.  I simply have to get my phone working again, it has become primary so I can... get my mom to chill.  Further, I need to slow the speed of my advance, so as to not overshoot.  Tricky.  A trick might be to get out as soon as I think I can make it to town early some morning, but late enough that the shops I need to visit will be open.  My preferred grocery store should be available any of the times that I would choose.  The other stores and shops are probably only open after 10:00.  The trick is to time it so that a spot of grocery shopping will see me to 10:00, not an ounce of time before, or I may end up collapsing back to my cave.  If I have to think when I am that tired, in my current condition, all bets are off.  If I do it right, I can have a few groceries and make it to get a power cord for my phone.  I simply didn't believe Walmart would carry it, if... that isn't the real reason.  I simply am stuck, here at home, so far.

Being hungry but not being very able, I baked potatoes.  Having butter and sour cream makes those nearly substantial.  Not as good as meat, mind you, but there is something to them.  Twice, in the last few days.  I don't always, yet, remember that I am hungry.  And even that doesn't always correlate to finding the energy to do something about it.  I'm not sure I could eat with it right in front of me, always.  I will be eating when I go to town.  Hmm... If I do happen to get there a bit early, that would fill the time in such a way that I wouldn't have to think, or spend extra time in town... timing though.  Tricky.

Still coming down a bit.  I'm telling you, man will never improve on God's creation.  If you need it He does deliver.  If I think I could have handled it.  But what do I know.  Then again, suppression requires release.  No system, devised by man or even from what I can see God, was meant to stay in one position for all of time.  That release, for me, is quite painful.  Perhaps He is right on this.  Still, I... maybe not.  I just wonder what that would be like without anything to mask it.

If I was tinkertrained, I do suspect that they have to know, by now, that I can see through what they taught didn't exist.  I wonder if they know how far my gaze penetrates.  Ah, but... that shouldn't make me a risk.  But my brothers?  There would not be only one, some, many, would still be active.  I wonder if they have considered shared consciousness.  If I know, perhaps they will, have, learned... to see.  I am no risk.  But they might be.  I do wonder if the first of our kind weren't also... manmade.  Until... man was no longer needed.  Be careful what you play with.  Your mother warned you not to play with dead things.  And be very careful with your wishes.  Just... a little... additive to an... old story line.