To bed late, up early anyway.

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The last few days have been anomalies.  I am very tired, season, medication toils, and just because.  I am tinkering with a new game, however, one that is rather involved.  The game has been keeping my on my toes and interested, if at times infuriated.  Something about just desserts, but that isn't the point AND hushut up.  I believe *blink blink* that it was after midnight and closer to or past 1:00 when I collapsed into a pile of goo, after being up early yesterday, in the 6:00-7:00 region, after having gone to bed around 1:00-2:00.  I played most of the day.  I won a game on easy, after several tries.  Unlike most games, if you don't manage several areas of the game, on top of the main part, you get to a point where advancing is impossible.

I woke to the most fantastic whistling.  I knew what it was.  A hawk, a bigger one.  As I came to, however, I realized it was just a dream, probably.  Sometimes those beautiful things we thought we understood were no such thing.  Our minds, the world, and people, deceive us.  It seems so cruel, people can be brutally harsh, even our own mind seems half created to break us.  Foolish to hope, I thought.  Then... something.  It came again, then a third time.  Some days... some days you get something mildly special, deserving or not.

You have several choices when playing a game like this.  You can... crack open the manual or otherwise research the variables, then hit it hard or soft, figuring the finer details as you go.  The other options involve less to no research and jumping in as if getting beat like a rude man at a boxer's convention.  I almost always choose the latter.  Oh, I try to auto-correct on the way, but it is akin to bowling.  Once the ball is gone, or really, once you are in your stance, and have pulled back the ball... adjustments go from rather limited to there being no means of adjustment, and in the blink of any eye.

After a couple days of bloody noses, restarting the game after from up to ten hours of play or as little as two, yet refusing to read the manual or do too much exact research (I don't want someone else to play my game!), I made it through the first time, if on the easy setting.  Not bad, really.  I have to think few could do that, if nothing else the frustration level would keep most people away from playing that many hours.  And I did figure out what is needed, and what has to be sacrificed to get it, at the lower levels.  I have started looking at the trophies, which adds another tier of complexity to the game.  Oh, this will keep me busy for a while.  At least another week.  I thought it might last months, but... no, I don't think that is there.

Yeah, it's a stupid thing.  But I can do it, it pushes me in ways I can handle, and it keeps my noodle working.  It's what I've got, folks.  If I could be a plumber, I would.  If I could make solid wood dressers, sure, I'd be at it.  If I could get through engineering school, I'd be doing that.  This is, literally, for me, right now, as good as it gets.  Take it or leave it, that is my only choice.

I don't go back until early January, or so, to the doctors.  I'm doing my best with medicine, but I honestly am hazy, with or without games.  Actually, I pulled this title in the hopes it might help me keep my wires crossed.  It doesn't seem to, so far, hurt or help.  I think I have an haircut coming up.  I'll call and find out today, if I can remember.  I think it is Tuesday.  My old phone had the calendar.  Don't know if it still does, might have to check it.  Gah!  I hate that part, hadn't even thought of it.  Hmm?  That's all folks.


Good day.