Not bad.

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I made it to 17:00.  Ghosting on rage, sort of.  No worries, it looks like the two things kept balance, as I thought they might.  I was also able to visit shades from the past.  Odd how, in certain moments, everything becomes a bit clearer, or per object.  I still don't know, at the moment, the details.  Only some faces and good memories.  I may know tomorrow, or in my dreams.  I will forget soon after putting it all together.  I can't be sure what I see is quite right, but then, who can when it comes to memory?  I just wish it all had more substance, to my mind, than water.  Whatever I try to grab, hold... simply flows away quickly, in time.

My eyes hurt, just a bit, from the odd sleep patterns, mostly.  Not napping this morning is part of it, but then I couldn't.  I am hoping the other side is available to help me get into town, soon.  I don't want that full blast, though, either.  It is just as problematic as nothingness, with half the fat (a bad thing, in my book).  Just a bit more tilt toward the wild and I might be able to figure a shopping trip.

Good night.