No sleep.

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I just can't find that magical path that leads to the nether realms.  Not awake, here and now, either.  A stranger in a strange land.  Then, to, I know this place better than I know sleep or waking.  It is where most of what I write is created.  The bother though.  I will go shooting, tomorrow, one way or the other and mostly on time.

I have all but given up on getting the FireFox profile transferred.  But I refuse to continue using FF.  So, I guess, for a while, I will be using Pale Moon, and transferring what I can before removing FF.  PM, by the way, is much faster.  I have some wonder if they didn't kick soandwhositz out so they could add in government or corporate spying, or other things.  I never believe the reasons given.  And, since he resigned, it may simply be that he wanted nothing to do with what was about to happen.  In any case, PM is my new browser.  I even went to Vox's, and tracked down his tutorial on how to make PM show as PM and not FF.  One user is just a drop in the bucket over at his place, but when you are going for the sweetspot, every millimeter counts!  Oh... that's gotta hurt.

Coffee.  Yeah, that would be good.  If I can't sleep I hate just drifting through fog.  Coffee, indeed.  Soda doesn't do it.  Coffee.  Hmm, music.  That Annie Lennox song really gets to me.  I never said I liked being me, always.  Then again, if you do, your are probably a psychopath.  Really.  And I don't always like the pieces of the story when they coalesce from the fog.  But there can be a certain horrible magic to it.  Then again, truth be told, such is the brutal nature of love, so I don't always give a shit either.  It is... a magical thing, the attempt to find love.  It's just as ugly as war, maybe more so since they try to paint it as a thing of pure beauty so that when the truth of it rips people apart, they often have no idea how hard it is.  I've mostly been immune.  Oh, a bit flustered about this or that, often knowing somewhere back in there that I was asking the impossible.  Save once.  But only after the funeral.  She never knew, not... really.  She thought she did, but... they all thought that way.  Not even sure it was true now, but the cost was high to learn... or let go of everything.  The first step into nothingness, anyway.  That, and a few other, passages, are rather narrow and problematic on my way back to the world.

Coffee.  Yeah.  That might keep me from... telling it straight.  You aren't ready.  Later.