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Rough. Spinning. Sleep is all over the place. Now with it warming in the days, sleep is bad then. It will eventually work out. I have no idea when I ended up going to bed. Sleep was bad, hot sleep I call it. Too warm. A few more degrees and I start getting stuck in that sleep, sleeping more, becoming less rested the more I sleep, sometimes unable to escape the cycle for a while. Air conditioning only helps just a bit, sometimes not at all. Thankfully, here, for now, we aren't, I don't think, getting hit with the heat wave I hear is affecting much else of the SW. Even so, it is warming some.
It's been a rough spring. There is always a chance I might dig out. Though, maybe, without medicine, this is as good as it gets. I simply don't know. Doesn't really matter, part of the reason I stopped going to SLC was because I couldn't make the trips, not on time, not often. That's simply too far to drive, that early, or on any kind of a schedule. Even if I drove up the night before, there is a decent chance I would miss the appointment. My sleep cycles just don't work well. Even without the other doubts about the place, I couldn't make it physically. It's a useless case to try. Though there might be other things to use. I may go back to a few of those over the counter meds. Those won't, most likely, in truth, help diabetes though. And that is what is going to end up getting me hounded to homelessness.
Well... so be it.
I had a dream last night. A woman I once knew, on the wrong side of things. She was trying to convince me that wrong is right. I sent her packing. Let her know some things aren't up for discussion. Evil is evil, and pride in evil is worse. Some people either can't, or won't, understand. I won't belabor the point, I won't try to convince them after a certain point. I will simply turn my back on them... carefully... some of these pukes are truly nasty. Gotta watch them... more a figurative, than literal, term... turning my back on them. Watch yourselves out there. It isn't just muslims who will attempt to harm you. You know who they are.
Later.
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