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Weird.  I was just... living.  Tinkering online, window shopping, placing a minor order, reading, and all when I noticed it didn't hurt.  Probably not the anacin, or not all.  Unless that takes six hours to work fully?  No.  Some of the pain must just have lifted.  Though perhaps the pills started the change.  I can never be sure.  There is still some serious pain that I can't feel.  Oh, just trust me.  Sometimes there is a type of feverishness when that is in play, and that is happening now.  Still, it's better to have even a lot of unfelt than have that and a bunch of felt and suffered.  I think even that has diminished.

After years of wanting one, I finally ordered a decent set of headphones.  There is a thing called diminishing returns, and yet there is something about having to pay for quality.  Between this and that, there is something that falls into any particular humans affordability factor.  What for me would be less, or right, or a luxury beyond the pale is quite different than yours or anyone else.  What even to buy?  Headphones, do you really, honestly, need them?  No.  Nor do you need books, television or movies, fashion, or much else.  Crazy, if you ever really stop to think about what you literally need, what you can live with, and what is fair beyond that.  There isn't a single answer.  Ask a monk or nun, ask a high school aged child, ask a married woman, a single adult male, your grandfather, or my great grandmother.  And, sometimes, even when unseemly or seemingly too sparse, none of them are completely wrong.  Efficiency comes with time, but who has time?  No, youngling, not even immortals of flesh have enough time.  And the true God is outside of time, so it is not a concern to Him.  Just... trust me.

Do you enjoy the story being woven in?  It is, you are sure, just a story.  So don't worry, just play as you are comfortable.  Also refuse to believe your parents' were never intimate despite your existence.  *grins*  Oh, no worries here.  I understand some things, limits, notions, should not be disturbed.  Still, the question stands, do you like the story woven right into the... urhm... story... or not?

I almost thought I might make it into town, after realizing I feel so much better.  Yeah... no.  Not even going to happen.  I really could use milk, cream, butter, and some other odds and ends.  I just can't get going.  I am sputtering back to health, even if with pain and that haggard near-death expression which make covering mirrors, on some days, seem wise.  The targets I ordered should be in Wednesday, though who knows when.  So, I am hoping to get out by Thursday.  Actually I am hoping to get out before then, just to work up to being out again.  Though Thursday should be a hard certainty to be out.  I hope.  Then again I might surprise myself, see a window, and scamper through it to town.

Ah, the razor is in, the cross between a straight and a safety razor.  I can split normal safety razors, and put them in.  Though it came with 100 blades custom made for these types of razors.  I am hoping to begin practicing with this.  My beard had grown out since I have been down.  I have an electric razor for that.  I suppose I could just shove the blade through, but that really is no fun when there is an option.  I don't care who tells you what, if you have a forest on your face, stick with a chainsaw, skip the axe.  Yeah, I'll have to get used to that, more since I do still fall from time to time.  But I don't have to start out the process of learning this blade that way!  And I won't!

Whatever.  It's just good to feel human, alive, and pretty much consciously pain free for a bit and again.  Now get your butt off my porch!  Was that rude?  *smile*  Just trying to cheer me, aren't you?  Thanks.  Now scoot.