Saturday, January 4, 2014

Bedtime.

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Dark, in more ways than one.  And some things hurt, are wrong.  No, don't worry.  A verse might be a possibility as to why not.  Not the only one, as has been suggested, but a new one.  Not sure why darkness is falling so dreadfully toward bedtime.  While I have gotten to none of what I want done, my days have otherwise been mildly to pleasantly enjoyable.  No, Desert Cat, nothing like the ones I saw.  YouTube wasn't being nice so I didn't see all of them.  Yeah... did someone fall into his cup?  No worries, I have certainly jumped in and gotten a bit wet.  More like a pool, albeit.

I am not, exactly, out of anything, I realized.  Enough coffee for a bit.  Canned milk will do for now.  Enough tobacco.  But a little real food would be quite nice.  It's been a few days since I could eat.  Hurts, from time to time, but when I go to eat I just drift off.  Forgetting before I do anything about it.  Weird little life.  I need to get out before that cold front moves in but I am not sure that is possible.  Sometime tomorrow?  At least I can weather the cold rather well, if I can just... get... up!

Oh.... looks like my new doctor is reading here.  She is reading the same blog posts the last doctor read.  The last doctor only lasted one visit, tried to misdiagnose something, and had a hard time controlling her emotions.  Should be interesting to see what this next one does.  I've been watching her for days.  Her or the old doctor?  Yeah, it's her.  I'll know for sure on our first visit.  Yes I will.  Even when buried in darkness, I do see.  And I see better in the dark than the light anyway.  *sniff, sniff*  And I see with more than eyes.  Come closer.

Good night.


A man must dream.

14 comments:

  1. Happy 2014 Doom!
    If it's any consolation, I don't think you're too dark.
    We all have darkness.

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  2. I could have sworn I left a comment here somewhere last night. Oh well, I was tired. Sometimes I worry about your meds, Doom, but I hate to sound like a nag.....

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  3. BlazngScarlet,

    That helps. Yeah. I do try to craft it, but not always just for others. Just don't want to present darkness alone, I do believe in hope. If sometimes I am not good at seeing... balance.

    Oh, right, and Happy New Year to you as well. I am busy celebrating the literal 12 Days of Christmas, today is the last day of which, by the way. So... a late(?) Merry Christmas too!

    If not dark I might be just a wee... different. :)

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  4. foam,

    The interwebs eat my comments even when I KNOW I typed them in. I used to think people were destroying them, or that I was being hacked or, or... And, you know, while I can't rule any of that out, I also don't worry about it so much, even when it happens now. It's more frustrating when you know you hit something just right, but can't... remember it, to kick it out again.

    Medicines have been going down like clockwork... well, within the limits of my odd sleep/wake cycle. So, that's all good. Now I haven't checked the OIL in a couple months. Or the radiator or transmission fluids. :p

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  5. Well, there's no help for it then. You is truly nuts. :-)

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  6. Hehehe

    Eh? You should know that moods are not for us to own. When lucky, we can manipulate them just a touch. I'm working on it, no worries.

    As for being nuts? Fecking, absolutely, positively. But, then, aren't we all? Seriously. Sorry for the bad news if you didn't know. Welcome to the club if you knew and wish to admit it.

    Woot! :)

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  7. Exsqueeze me. I'm not nuts. I just have to many bats in the belfry...

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  8. Uhm-hum. *cough* As you wish.

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  9. Different is good.
    And yeah, we're ALL nuts! (including you Foam! lol)

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  10. @Blazng,
    Really? Dang! That would make me batty and nuts. No wonder I'm always exhausted.

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  11. BlazngScarlet,

    I do agree, finally. I agreed with the idea that being different was good, at one time, but for the wrong reasons. Then I disagreed with difference while trying to... get on the right side of being different. Seriously, there are wrong reasons and wrong differences. Still working on one side of it, but I have the reasons down. Anyone else think the game is sort of rigged? :p

    And, Merry Christmas to you, as well. It has been one of my finer ones, on one side of things. Now to flush out the rest of it? I hope you have enjoyed your Christmas? Seriously.

    foam,

    Oh, don't be a sourpuss about it. As I mentioned, the game is sort of rigged. Realizing... that, and all that goes with it, means one is on the path. It's when you have no clue... that you have to watch out. Being my own worst enemy, and not knowing it... Yeah... Well... it was fun right until... it wasn't. *laughed* *cried* *now just chuckling, mostly*

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  12. Doomster, but I'm joking! Of course, I'm nuts. Probably nuttier then you, actually. ;-)

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  13. Oh, now you test me, woman!

    Nuttier than me? Gah! The gall. Well... you do sort of speak Gaul... roughly... if new age... sort of... kind of. I suppose it is fitting. :p

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