A strange night.

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Time doesn't make sense.  Pushing through health and the season was required.  It simply leaves perceived continuity of time in tatters.  I could have sworn I slept a day.  I was sure I was up a day.  Mere hours in both cases.  Dinner was had.  Nothing fancy, mostly.  A ribeye.  It is fancy in one sense.  I'd have them three times a week if I could.  As is, a few times a month is probably pushing my stores.  All good.  I suppose, when I am out, I will simply buy another roast.  I've thought about buying a roast, but having them cut it at three quarter inch, rather than an inch or inch and an half.  It would last longer.  They do cook faster.  But there really isn't much to them.  Just a thought.

I may, for my break, begin a X-files watching spree.  I watched some of the shows, some of the seasons.  I missed much.  For some of the original, I was in engineering school.  I simply couldn't do much else.  When I was taking courses I was too busy.  When I fell ill, I was too ill.  There almost never seemed to be much between those two extremes.  Amazing that didn't kill me.  The stress of finals was brutal.  Even mid-terms were pretty tight.  The few regular courses I took were laughably easy.  I learned not to study for those courses as there usually wasn't a reason.  Micro or macro econ, for example... whichever it was.  There were others.  I couldn't believe how simple.  Though I am pretty sure they made it harder in eng for me.  They didn't want me.  The few professors I had who didn't seem to know me... I did well in their courses.  It was rigged.

Yeah, perhaps those shows.  Yeah, I know they are extremely lefty based.  Still, there were some notions I didn't quite grok, or missed the building up regarding, which I would like to sort out.  It's a lot of viewing.  I don't think I can do a straight shot.  But I might be able to get a couple of seasons down, then take a break from it to work if I heal well, then back to shows when I bury myself with work again.  It's not golden, it is something, and it's as good as I can do with my life.  Nap, or sleep, time.  Good night... or morning for some of you crazies.  Blessings if it's work or other good effort, a pox on you if you are just goofing, and prayers if you, like me, are cursed with time and space incontinence.