Finally!

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I beat the guy, finally.  At the end you can choose to beat his head in or not.  While I mark myself on stated emotional detachment, in real life, regardless of what you might think from reading my mind...  I took the opportunity.  Then again, I would have anyway, just in case failing to do so nullified the win.  Not doing that over again.  Well... probably.  That is supposed to be the most difficult part of the game.  And, to some, it probably is.  I think, for what it is, that is probably the hardest part.  But there are other, equally, difficult but in different ways, parts.  So... I'm stopping playing here, until I get haircuts handled, a rifle painted, and maybe some shooting done.  Gah!

It's right at 23:00.  I think I am going to listen to some music, play sudoku, and just chill until midnight.  Maybe I can sleep right, and get some of the kinks from playing so intently and sleeping so wrong.  Well, that's the hope.  I'll be setting the alarm for 8:00.  If I can get up, then I'd like to start on the rifle.  During the day I can close off the back porch with a window too small for people to get in open, and let the parts air dry there.  If it seems dry enough when I return I will put on another coat.  I will just be painting the barrel and the foregrip, inside and out on the latter.  Inside will be heat paint, outside will be textured paint, neither will be even close to the final colors.  But... that's how I want it.  And it is a start.  If I can get up!  Ugh...

Well...  Good night, then, foam.