Wow!

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Thirteen hours and counting.  I may try to call my mother then hit it.  I could go for more, but this is the first day, I think, that has been over eight hours, half of my "days" only being four hours, in some week(s).  I could push into pain, but I'd like to not do that today.  And I am satisfied with this.  It was natural.  Pushing it might upset the applecart.  Wonderful.

I have wanted to play the new game for the PS3.  I've practiced and have some of it down.  I just have quite been up to it.  Too tired to game?  Well, yes.  It takes a general, wide, focus, not this narrow band.  Trying to play in this condition is like trying to read a large book using a microscope.  It gets a bit... hairy, claustrophobic, or... something.  It also wears me out much more deeply much more quickly.  It can even hurt in some... unknown way.  Well, and cause headaches in this particular condition.  Ah well, maybe I can get to that before the week is out.  I truly love gaming, even should I complain from time to time.  Isn't complaining a part of taking something for granted?  And isn't taking something for granted a minor luxury we all... imbibe from time to time to show... ownership?  Maybe in relationships to test love (or because we are lazy)?

I really did like that song from the post I had forgotten about.  I don't really like my own writing, but it was sort of neat to find something I wrote, even in that state, and to... really enjoy the music, softly disturbing as it was.  I don't know that I have skill as a writer, but I enjoyed the piece.  Yes, I will put it up again.  I haven't reached that point today, and hope not to for a while.  And it was just spiritual and exhaustion pain, nothing real, and it disappeared with sleep, so it wasn't all that bad.  Never mind, just belly button gazing or something.

Good night.