Awake and again.

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I was awake, I think, for a bit this morning.  I mean after going to bed earlier this morning.  I didn't get much sleep, so a nap or "nap" was going to happen.  Actually, it turned out to be more than a typical nap but not by half, or a third, as much as I thought it probably would.  Less than that, actually.  Somehow I don't think I am clear enough, so this time I will add clarity.  I thought I would end up napping eight to twelve hours and ended up napping more like three to four hours.  Meaning, if the assumption was 12 hours of sleep, and I slept three, that is a quarter of the amount assumed.  If the assumption was 8 hours, and I slept four, that was a half the amount assumed.  See?  If you don't see know, I can't show you the more.  Perhaps Dr. Seuss did something along these lines though.

Not only did I wake well, and early, I woke fully functioning.  Of mind at least.  Looking for trouble to muster, tribbles to master, and a nose or three to tweak and a few toes to prance upon... of mind, mostly.  Oh, and do not think, just because I am Doom, a grander trickster as well, that I cannot prance.   How do you think the world gets reconditioned, broken, lost, and found again?  Yep...  Though I am not the only one.  That little bit of me that lives in all does so as well, and the others, the ones of darkness.  Funny, they play to the tune of the real piper, they just don't know it.  If the truth only goes in one direction, then no matter which direction you "choose" to go, as a contrarian, trust me, you only go in the direction you were meant to go.  Your only choice is to accept that or not.  The strange thing is, if you choose to go where you know you were meant to go, it does end up being a different direction, even though... it isn't.  *wink*

Now that's some prancing.  I think I got some toes in there too.

I never did get the freezer cleared and cleaned.  But today is trash day.  Double bags, perhaps finding my nose plugs, and... out it will go... sometime tonight.  On the good side, I realized the weather has been good enough that, for a while, I can open the cave up to the outside without freezing or burning, all, most, or a good part, of many of the next week... I suspect.  It's going to be a nasty job, no two ways about it.  Then getting the juice out... bleh.  Washing with bleach, soap, and hot water won't be so bad.  And that will clean out the siphon too.  Later, though, after supper.

Gaming, for a bit.  I refused to play Fuse.  I don't like having minority players dictated to me.  If it's a logical part of the game, that's one thing... or sort of grandfathered (as long as the game is good) such as with Tomb Raider... liked it before I was thinking on these things.  Other games were just too slow, such as Silent Hill.  Way too much time between any action.  You have to be a nervous nerd twit to enjoy such.  I enjoy horror, but as a theme, not a main, unless it's fast enough to keep up.  Being mostly dead, I don't have time to wait around for things to go bump in the night or try to kill me.  Might fall asleep at them... at least virtually.

A recent visitor suggested that I might be opinionated and a straight shooter.  Well, and that I might be... difficult.  Oh how they wound!  Did I say wound?  I meant tickle.  Yes, I know.  Even when I am playing nice I pound folk into the sand.  It isn't... meant to be, it just is.  If it makes it any better for you?  What I give you is nothing compared to what I give myself.  *Wham!*  It's how I do.  It is a frustration with not living in perfection.  I know I have seen that, I want it back, but it can't be here.  But I will whack at it to try to at least the potential while here.  In me, in you, in this, in that.  *WHAM!!!*  Things break.  Truth is, things are already broken, I just point them out.  *WHAM, BAM, SLAM, WHAM!!!*  Be nice, I actually am colorblind... if that won't save you in any way.

Prancing on toes, even my own.  Ask, and you shall receive.  Giggity!  Later.