Doh! Almost messed up.

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Bedtime.  A bit later than I wanted, but it'll still do.  I just hope I can get to sleep.  I got a bit done today.  Even had my ire stoked.  I should be careful.  I may not be as decrepit as I think.  The last time I got into it, even pulling my punches, I hospitalized a guy.  That's... really not the best way.  Even if he did deserve a drubbing, he really didn't... actually... he did.  He was warned, then attacked from behind.  So fuck him.  Still, I'd rather not.

I am hoping to hit the last of the dishes tomorrow, maybe do laundry, then just skip the kitchen if I have anything else to me, and get into the bedroom.  I'd love to rip and tear in there.  Toss, sort, arrange, move, put down some floor deodorizer, spray the wall line for bugs, strip the bed, and... just tear in.  Just get lost in there for a while... even sort out the clothes I need to part with.  Could turn them into rags, some of the shirts.

I did well today, and am set up with food for a bit.  Food on food, really.  Should last me to the end of the month, roughly.  Enemies, all around.  I realize.  Knew that from the start.  It's always been that way and always will be.  As much because of my nature as the simple truth.  All of my lines have been called enemy by each other and all others to boot.  Where can an enemy be where he is not hated?  There is only one place.  The only place where it doesn't exist.  Until then I need to watch my back.

Good night.