Sleep is highly overrated.

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Unless you need it and aren't able to get it.  I went down for a bit, and might try again in a bit.  It looks like some parts of today are simply not going to work out as I had hoped.  I won't be going to town.  Then again, after doing a bit of digging, I found the hompage for the manufacturer of my faucet.  The warrantee?  Good for the life of the original purchaser.  Parts or full replacement at their discretion, of course.  So, I will call tomorrow.  If nothing else I am hoping they will know which replacement cartridge(s) will work, perhaps a few other troubleshooting ideas, or... whatever else I can get.  Still, I had hoped to get into town for cat food.  Hmm... then again, I can go in whenever, since that is purchased at Walmart.  The girls will just have to suffer through on hard cat food until then.  Oh the suffering of austrocats in training!

I have to admit, I got a lot done yesterday.  Somethings just unnerve me.  A slow leak is one of those things, even if I have it mostly tended.  But this was more than just a slow leak.  It was a leak I couldn't shut off without shutting off water to my whole system.  Submarines were not claustrophobic.  A slow leak with no easy way to stop it is claustrophobic.  To each their own, I suppose.  I felt trapped.  While I did push, that wasn't what gave me wings.  It was fear.  While it may seem simple to you, if you understand what being crippled means, then... then you would understand.  What if I couldn't do anything for a week?  I would end up with all sorts of water damage.  Water damage I couldn't tend.  And... I was right on the edge of going, or being, down.  Now I can breath.  Now I may go down.  Well... as soon as I can come down off the walls.

I don't hurt, at all.  And, no, I didn't have much medicine.  Literally two drinks last evening, and light ones.  And the anacin has worn off easily.  I'm just in a no man's land between adrenalin rush pushed too far and sleep that will not come but is needed and desired.  You don't feel things here.  Unless it goes on too long, then you feel as if reality, and you along with it, have been stretched across the plains, or more the desert.  Dry, cracked, painful.  Everything hurts for no particular reason, but in every way it can hurt.  Memories attack, guilts are remembered, the body hurts everywhere, the eyes burn, the throat gets dry and sore, talking might even become impossible.

Oh, you are reading this.  Never worry.  Haven't been there since I was going through dosing up medication.  Before that it had been quite some time, perhaps a year or more?  At one time, I spent 10 days awake on nothing but a bit of food, a few sodas a day, and sheer horror... back when the ghosts and possibilities for... dark things relating to a possible past seemed larger than life.  Artifacts of fiction, perhaps, from a dying heart.  Hard to know, and none of my business these days, in any case.  And, so far, they haven't come true.

No, but this is just a minor glitch.  I'm probably just off my schedule, having missed my window(s) for sleep, to this point.  Nothing time won't fix and probably sooner rather than later.  No pain, as I mentioned.  The mind is wandering a bit, but that's to be expected.  Still, I was able to focus and find the manufacturer's homepage.  Before that I posted a question on Amazon, about which cartridge the faucet uses.  And, if I am up in a bit, and still doing okay, I might check some things on the faucet.  As I said, I don't actually know if the water is getting past the cartridge up into the neck.  If so, then maybe the cartridge isn't, or wasn't, the problem.  With the leak now, perhaps I... caused a problem with the cartridge, or didn't reassemble it correctly.  Bleh.  Still, sooner or later I will check that, unless Monday rolls around first, and I get something of worth from their tech department.

Yes, the girls are unhappy with me.  Food, wet food!  Nasty, vile little creatures, when they don't get their "dues".  Hmm, then again, I like to skip wet food for a day or two once in a while.  Or is that just the excuse I give when I haven't been able to get out in the past?  Oh, I like the idea of having them "starve" on dry food for a day or three.  I'm just not sure I have the will to put up with the hissyfits.  Yes, yes, a storyteller.  And I do use that to my advantage, if just to nullify some of the... frustration, guilt, anger.  So it goes.  If that isn't all, or the only, truth or even a majority.  At least that has, mostly, changed.  I'm just too wrapped up in things to hit every cylinder, no matter how light or few there really are.  It is an improvement.  A major one.  Blathering.  Later if more hopefully, good night.