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I... stayed awake until???  How about this.  I stayed awake until somewhere between 9:30 and 13:30.  Yeah, that's as good as I can get it.  I then decided a little nap would be good.  There was some choice, but choice was quickly slipping away.  I decided to go down easy, or easier, and by choice, rather than crash and burn.  Crashing, and burning... don't forget the burning... on fiery days more so... always leads to leaking gaskets, burned oil residue, and carbon scaling.  Just saying.  So, I go in for a nap.  I then crash anyway.  Not through the floor, but straight down a sinkhole of exhaustion with seemingly no bottom.  Waking at 19:30, give or take an half hour, I'm... better if still a bit rough.

It got down into the 50's last night.  It seemed okay this morning, up until I went to bed it was still decent.  I thought it was going to be a better day.  And it was right up until it wasn't.  Just checking, shortly after waking, and my in-the-shade outside, accurate, thermostat read 85 F.  At 19:30(ish)?  Wow.  Today was another scorcher.  When it gets like that, if I am sleeping, even with fan and ac, my mind dives to avoid the fires raging above.  And so it did.  How it can know, with so much shielding and cooling I can't say, but it does.

Oh... I remember one of my dreams.  Food!  And a woman.  Not a mix, mind you.  Mostly.  Chili, or beans and ham, or... something.  Something that went well with fresh onions.  We were both having fun cooking it.  Something neither of us knew, though, was about onions.  We both wanted the fresh onions, and knew that onions make the breath bad for kissing... but... what if we both ate the onions?  Would that cancel the scent on our love's breath?  So we did it.  Nope.  Still rough.  Could still smell it on her breath, and she said the same.  Though... while we were suffering, we might as well suffer to the limit?  Yum.  Okay, I've kept my vow well, pretty well... I think... for some time.  A month, two?  Well, maybe at least a week or two.  That ended today, again.  Ah well, back to the chain gang.  To think some people have to take pills to get it up.  Wish they'd make a pill that would keep it down.  Especially the size it is.

I have decided.  I will go forward with it.  Sudoku, that is.  After hitting 5 seconds as my fastest, and then seeming to plateau... if also back away... it's an odd thing to be a... possibly... almost... supernatural even creator...  Anyway, I have decided to dig back in.  The goal?  A three second game.  Why?  First, because I think I can.  Second, just to rub nubs in the faces of the disbelievers.  "It's impossible!"  Even though they know better, some of them at least, and now.  Not to cause them grief so much as to help them understand that the impossible is not.  A little gift from your dear Doom.  A promise, too, that what you know can't happen, what you have been told for thousands of years, that the vengeance of God will rain down, in due time.  Though there is a stay, beyond the riders.  Prayer, and faith.  Difficult, dry, empty sometimes, but true.  So... I will try to nearly halve my already impossible best time.  I will bleed in this minor way just for you.  My mother, and all my other women, always knew I was impossible.  They just didn't know how much so.  *wink*

Later.