Sometimes it is easy.

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Sometimes, though, staying up to kick the clock around is akin to a knee in the quads, and at speed.  I made it to SLC the other day, and was up all day.  Yesterday?  Wow, I can't remember.  I think I woke at 15:30 or so.  But when did I go to bed?  Nothing.  No idea.  Not sure if I posted, I'll check.  The goal is simple.  To stay awake as long into the day as I can.  There is an event Sunday I would like to attend.  I may have to tripfuck my system to make it.  I see it, like a knight sees the target for his lance at 40 horse paces but coming fast.  Faster.  Too fast, when it is time to hit, to know.  Either the training sees the tip to the mark or it will be missed because the human system simply isn't that consciously capable.  Time will tell.

Ah, right, medicines have been missed the last few days.  The trip messed me up, being that it was technically during my sleep cycle.  And then I tripped today from exhaustion due to the appointment and drive.  When I wake in the "morning" I will start again.  It happens.  A few days isn't too big of a deal.  I have a working scale now, again.  I found my diabetes tester.  And the area for taking my bp is pretty much operational.  I need to start checking those things, at least a few times a week.  Every day checking is nonsense.

I did wash some, perhaps have, of the dishes, pots, and pans tonight, then promptly dirtied a pot and dish.  All good.  I get to cook when I clean.  When I finish all dishes, I can take several meats out to thaw.  No use trying to use that as incentive because it fails and meat goes bad.  Too expensive to goof with that.  Laundry, dishes, medicine, stats... that is the goal for "tomorrow" (technically today, but there will be a sleep cycle in there... when I crash).  Actually... I don't think I'm going to make it much longer.  Gah!

Good "night".

There was a time where this dark memory was true.  Now?  I hide my name, and much of my nature.  My brothers still enjoy to be known and to have their names called.  Goliath is not dead.  Gilgamesh, urhm, you know him as Nimrod, though that is not his name, only a... title... a curse... It means the Rebel, also, is not dead.  Merely unclean spirits unless they have found new flesh to own, or possess.  Yes, yes, story time again.  Some of it might just be true.  But don't count on anything you can't prove.  Urhm, unless you believe in God, of course.  And the resurrection, which means in Christ as well.  Or even if you believe in engines, cell phones, or even plumbing.  You are told how they work, but do you actually know?  Ah?  Even if you are an atheist, if you insist, you are still a believer.  *grins*  A notion I may have... denied when I wasn't God's devil's advocate.  Now I tempt you to faith, not away from it.  If you dare.  Anyway...  Dark memories.  Still, be kindly when you call my name, should you have discerned it.  I might hear.  And, like a genie, summoned by the foolish if for the wrong reasons or unrighteously, wishes might be granted.  It never works out quite like some think it should.  You may call me friend safely, mind you, or call me with grace.  A prayer for my behalf is always welcome.  But that is God's province.  I can't hear that, save what He lends me through it.  Father always shaves off the sender info though.  He's all into privacy and sich.  :)

Always two ways to see, at least.

*poof*