Trying to push over the day, since it slipped anyway.

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Between something slipping away from me, an early appointment with uncertainty surrounding it, and some other things, I saw that days were slipping, so I kicked that ball for all it was worth.  I have moved my schedule, in a few days, half a day.  Oh, there will be a price.  It is just like when you get a treat, and want to conserve but don't, and you end up with a bellyache.  Yeah, well, I get something more mental, call it psychic dissonance.  A reverberation from the change in time.  It's like stacking sleep schedules for each hour, as if they were the regular day and for forever, onto each other, then compressing them into a psychic cookie and eating it.  Ego reflux, when I do it too fast.  Still, that's my goal.  Hmm, I wonder if a glass of ether milk might help?

While waking, at about 15:00, I started to wake anyway, I checked the time.  It was actually 13:08.  But later I realized... I only dreamed looking at the clock, even if that was the right time.  I can't see my clock that way unless I was to stand on my bed and look down.  I assure you, I was not standing on my bed when doing that.  I don't stand on beds.  I just don't.  It always bugs me when I dream something, and it's right.  I didn't actually wake up until about 13:12, so... yeah... I suspect that was the time.  Just weird stuff Doom must endure.  I don't even try to guess how it all works these days.

What to do today?  Dunno.  But after returning from the teeth shop, I did put the dishes to a soak, so a revisit of those might be good.  And, perhaps, finishing up a bit of laundry and doing a little work in the kitchen wouldn't be all bad.  Not much, I just don't have it.  But with just a bit going, I will use it before I shut down again, if that is going to happen.  I'm just in the doldrums and I can't tell when, or if, the wind will pick up at any moment.  But if there is even a slight breeze I desparately try to set my sails.  I will use every ounce of energy I have even if it moves me the equivalent of a football field length in an ocean sized playing field.  I want to get to shore. 

No, no beer.  No Vodka.  Not even a snifter of scotch.  I just didn't have it in me to sip.  The want was there, the will was not.  If both are there, a glass or two.  If one is overpowering, perhaps a case or fifth or both and then some.  No, not this time, or now.  I actually avoid the stuff anymore, when I can.  Usually.  It has it's uses though.

Later.