So very odd.

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I'm back to a regular sleep cycle, but an odd one.  In spite of being tired, sort of wiped out, and "floaty"(tm), I am actually only sleeping about six hours a night.  Further, as distracted as I am, I can still do some things quite normally.  If you viewed, from the outside, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.  Inside, it's like there is a lot of pressure pressing down on me.  That could be high blood pressure, or something.  It does feel physical but I can't quite figure it out.

Other than what has been coming in I haven't been eating.  While I got dinner tonight, I think I might go to town and grab a quick easy bite.  Maybe the drive and night air will do me good.  Certainly doing something unusual is a good thing.  Mazzy Star is haunting my thoughts, when listening to her or not.  The girl is good, I'll give her that.  While it almost seems accidental, it's more practiced than I would want to imagine.  Accidents, in music, are messy, such as most jazz, and not to my taste.  Baroque is as close to accidental and incidental as my notions can allow.

Hmm, yeah, got the haiku out then up.  I'm glad I can put them out like that or I would have missed.  If I do nothing else, there is that.  It seems such a small thing, but it's not.  It's a link, for me, to the world, and other people.  I rarely like my poems.  I'm not even sure how I can write them, being as... expressive as I am.  I don't do... twitter... is it... because of the brevity required.  Sure, I could, I suppose, but I won't.  So... haiku doesn't make sense for me.  At all.  Still, I do it, and weekly if it's there and if the contest happens.

Yeah... Hungry again.  Later.  No, make that good night.