How plans work to failure.

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Two plans seem to be colliding.  I was to bed by 20:00 (give or take an inch, always).  Which means I am awake at about 5:00.  That actually is extra sleep, though that may be required while adjusting sleep.  That part worked well.  Starting medicine, however, is difficult.  That I was able to wake, mostly on time, is probably a fluke.  I may try to be to bed even earlier, forcing myself to stay awake until 17:00 to 18:00.  If that is pushing it, going to bed a bit earlier than that.  I don't know if it will work, but I am willing to try to get ahead of all that in the hopes of keeping days.

I have a fine headache to start the day with.  It's from restarting medicine.  I don't know if there is much to be done for it.  Headache?  No, migraine.  The center left quad of my brain... a spot and tendril at the center back base of my skull is... it's like it's filling the top two thirds quad with pain.  Some of it might be muscular tension, some of it is whatever the medicine does, if both are connected too.

I doubt if I will be doing too much today.  But if things smooth out, or even if they don't, I will finish the last of the dishes, maybe fold some laundry, and do a little bit here and there.  If I can, I may get to the grocery store for just a few things.  A shower again.  Sure enjoy those, even daily or more sometimes.

I have been reviewing electronic components.  Capacitors, resistors, pots, and such.  Well, and looking over what information I can find, plus videos.  I even, after looking through diodes, and several forms of them, thought about how to make a sort of disposable timer.  As the voltage allowances changed over time, through heat, various circuits could be fed through the greater voltages being allowed through in a cascading destruction of elements.  It would be a one-shot item.  I am not sure how accurate, precise, the failure could be made.  I am not sure of all the uses.  One function, and one set of uses, comes immediately to mind... if at least one of those would require an exact timing.  The other could be less strict, but would need to be at least roughly but surely ranged.   Yes, my mind... seizes some things.  Some would have to turn their back on mother nature to be similar.  For me to choose even faith, I have done that... but to my nature.  We simply are not the same.

I am watching an old Vincent Price movie.  In which he is the last man on earth, mostly.  I used to really enjoy V.P. movies.  Then I outgrew them, many of them.  At various times, as with Edgar Alan Poe, I have returned.  This is one I do not remember.  He, and his movies, dated me by a goodly lot.  Not all of his movies made it back to the little screen.  Televisions was a luxury as a kid, for me, and there were few channels.  Literally, in many places, three channels was it... if that.

It was probably one of the first best dystopian, or survivor, or such movies.  Well, that roughly follows more modern versions?  At least, as far as I am aware (no expert on the matter, mind you).  In it, there are, sort of, vampire zombies, vambies? zampires?  I am just nearing the end.  I can't stay interested, often, in watching a whole show, or even half.  Sometimes, depending in part on me, sometimes more on the show, I watch these things in snippets.  Half, quarter, or even less at a time.  It works with reading, too, when I am in rough shape.

In any case, while the movie is playing out as suggested, I did have a notion for another way, after the plot had finally and fully been presented, but before they began working the rest of the story after the backstory...  What if he were something like a superman.  And, what he was killing wasn't zampires, but real humans... he was the monster.  And on along that line.  Perhaps he had been the one, and only one, to change.  Everyone was weak, but only to him, and slow.  Then, at the end, he finds to his true horror just what happened, but finds there is no way out... ending up unable to even die... so surrendering to a prison of sorts, in a medical facility.  Lots of legs on that story, and following things (such as realizing they are using his infection in an attempt to create super soldiers and destroying that, or going a bit off, freeing himself, and... trying to live a normal life, etc.  Lots of legs.

Oh, I forgot painpills.  I did take my morning medicine again.  Trying to keep up, trying to do what is needed, attempting to take care of business... it's a rough gig.  And, yet, it's not.  The world hasn't attacked me like wolves, or thrown me out as one, quite yet.  Or... they aren't very good at it?  *grins*  You know, it was my heart that was infected.  But it... made me human.  Sometimes, the ghosts say, more human than the human.  How odd.

Good morning and day.