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I can't remember when I went to bed, or going to bed.  I have this feeling I do know what it is for an asteroid to hit terraferma though.  Thankfully, I was nowhere near water.  I went in at a low angle and fast.  Made it all the way to paydirt.  Then buried in deep.  No dreams, no shuffling, no rolling, of which I have any awareness.  Now that, my friends, is sleep.  I wouldn't want it that deep every night, but on some nights it fits.  Last night was such a night.  As complete of a computer reset as I get.  And I don't seem to have slept wrong, so nothing was damaged in shipping.  Booyeah.

It was 7:00, or a little after, when I woke.  I couldn't believe the time.  It's a good enough time, no doubt.  I just can't believe I slept so long, so hard.  No memories of rolling, minor near wakes, and a sort of strange timekeeping through the night from various things, even though I am mostly dead, is a rare thing these days.  Still, as tired as I was after yesterday, it was perfect.

Today?  Rest.  But while resting, plotting.  I am hoping to get back on track with some of my projects.  I do need to get the drip watering system in.  Perhaps, someday, I will find use for that still.  I would like to clean out under the sink, and get that ready for work.  And maybe hitting the bathroom with broom, mop, toilet brush and clorox stuff, plus some dusting might be good.  Oh, and with the table being maintained at nearly cleared, I would like to make some headway on that, in preparation to honing a straight razor.  I don't know what will happen, but as I try to peak out a weak, possibly or not accessible window of opportunity, those are what I see right away.

I was thinking of something, as I was falling yesterday evening, but before I hit... then this morning, while initializing...  There are people out there who seem to know who I am and what I write, here.  Some approve.  More approval than not, locally.  I can see it in faces and eyes.  Some do not approve.  Those who do not approve have this frozen rage on their puss.  A burning hatred seethes from within.  Delicious, do not think it causes me an iota of concern.  I know, and they know, there is nothing they can do.  At twice, and more, of some of their ages... with a heart that is well and truly at deathly levels... they know I would eat them, without even a thought in the raw.  Yes, boys and girls, my virulence in some things is obvious even now.  A knife in the back, or a bullet from behind, might not even see them to their wishes, and might well see them ended even then.  No glory, just guts, they lack both, and any courage of their convictions.  The stench of fear...  I don't know if it's right to own, but the Lord does know I... enjoy it immensely.  When I was of a darker nature, it was one of my tools outright.  Now, just a faded, deserted, dessicated reminder of another time, transposed onto the efforts of a shadow of the light.  Absolutely delicious.  Then again, who knows.  One of these jackals may end up offering this lion a final beautiful death.  Not one iota of concern.  They can't win.  Evil can't win, that's part of that gig.  *gruesome grins*

Well, a little time to wake, then an organization of effort perhaps.  Hmm... I ought to think about food for later too.  Fish and rice?  With either brussels sprouts or brocolli?  Yeah, but thawing meat for tomorrows, too.  Later.