Down late up late.

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No, I haven't done all THAT much.  Thing is it doesn't take much and I am still getting used to the new higher dose of medicine.  I am getting work done.  Not as fast as I had hoped and at some cost to 'balance'.  So be it.  I will keep up the effort as well as I am able.  The contest?  Right.  Actually I have the thing almost laid out.  No music, yet, but there has been effort.  I am just not finding what I... need... for it.  Like a jeweler, I try to crown my pieces with just the right gems.  It is sometimes a Herculean effort, sometimes the pieces fall from the tree like ripe fruit.

I missed getting in to town to see my friend this weekend.  I completely lost track.  As well, I missed getting us in for our haircuts!  I can't understand why my calendar didn't warn me, or if it did how I missed it.  But... one way or another, I didn't see.  Gah!  I'll have to set up another appointment and figure out how to get into town, as an aside.  I'm just not working well with the flesh, and got a little distracted with home stuff and the contest maybe.  I'm a baaaad boy.  True, that.  But I am trying.

Every morning, lately, feels like I'm waking from a hangover.  Between the higher dose, fresh insulin, and ongoing efforts, I am pushing this canoe through the water with rockets, and paying for it.  Yeah, things aren't going fast but it is a gigantic canoe I'm pushing, mind you.  And the water is more like molasses.  I ought to be a little careful.  Meh...  *lights another rocket*

Later!