Feeling better, so... Dig?

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Yep.

I was feeling just enough topped off by 21:00 or so that I decided to do a stealth shop and eat raid.  I need more to drink.  Milk, beer, soda.  I know, but my thirst is... well... when it's on it's on and water is not enough.  Tea, coffee, milk, water, beer, soda, drink mix, and etc.  I drink as if oceans were my floor.  Any one thing is not enough, it becomes annoying, cloying, harsh.  Water becomes painful, in the amounts my body demands.  Resistance is futile.  So it has been long before diabetes was diagnosed... or more properly misdiagnosed.  The Can't-Shoot-Straight gang is at it as usual.  Pick the lowest hanging peg and put your hat on it, then go fucking golfing.  Idiots.  Anyway...

So, I got out, and to town.  I got my fluid, got some food, and headed back.  As I started back it started to snow.  The closer I got to home, only a 23ish mile drive, the heavier the snowfall became.  By the time I got home, if all isn't always exactly as it seems, I ended up with two to three inches in the drive.  I did NOT want to drive on that, then have to scoop the tracks.  So I parked in the frontage area, but far enough in no one would (probably) sideswipe me.  Then I got to shoveling.  Dig, lad, dig.

And so, as I said, feeling better lead to me digging.  I have decided to fill in the blanks, as it seems some aren't very awake when they read here.  You are welcome.  I decided, at first, to just dig out the area I would need to drive on.  However, as I got going, I went ahead and hit the other area.  Then I realized the problem.  If I was to open up the drive area, I would have to let the other area go.  I hit it all twice before I realize I could not win.  So I finished the drive area, backed her in, unloaded groceries, then packed her into her berth.  Then I finished by clearing an area near the garage doors for the third time, then scooped the tracks from the Xterra... yes, by the time I scooped just the drive area there was already about an half inch or more that had fallen on the area I began.  I called it quits, for the night, after that.  Migraine, oh... it was better.  It's threatening again, but I think I shut down just in time.  Night meds might restart it anyway.

Heck of a thing.  Still, it's my lot, I'll stick with it until I am out of the game.  I'm not sure if bedtime is looming or has been pushed off by the double double time this night... shopping and shoveling in one go is a hell of a go boys and girls... especially for a man who is supposed to be dead.  *grins*  Later or good night.

Oh, but first...  I got a lot of negative psychic feedback about the last song of the last bunch.  How do you think Satan meant to muddy the bloodlines?  One way, several, many?  Legion, I tell you.  My way was but one, if probably a more powerful one as can be seen today.  Imagine if my kind was the singer, speaking to her spiritual grandfather and corrupter, not a man.  As with the assassination of Christ, Satan's attempt to corrupt the bloodlines has failed, and his legion, at least the strongest among them, have abandoned him.  There is a better way, a truth.  In the horror of the crucifixion of God and attempt at murdering the bloodline, there are beautiful things.  Just say no, boys and girls.  It's that easy, even for one born to, from, and in darkness.  So... there.  Though I think some of the rejection is that people don't want to think of the first song, and why sin is wrong and always goes wrong to worse.  Hate will not protect them when they cannot lie, this I know.  I have seen it, and believe.  The video is through his eyes, as he sees, or wishes, things.  Not as I see things.  Ask and yea shall receive, innit?