A rough one.

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A headache.  Tired.  Stomach upset.  Psychic weariness.  A few other things.  Easier to say the works and call it that.  I wanted to sleep but couldn't.  The time for sleep is coming though.  I didn't want to listen to this music.  Most music, at the moment, hurts my head.  This is loud.  And, yet, I was able to listen.  So, yes, it... is what I was seeking... to say something.  Say what?  I don't know for sure, but that it is in blue helps.  I think, in a small part, it is that while I am falling, while saying I am not, hope is being filled.  Prayer?  I think some do.  And, really, it is all I might request.  If you say a prayer for me, it would be more than giving me money.  Oh... yes... pray if you would.  Though spend more time talking to God than just on me.  That would be my... advise to serve as a... recompense.  Trust me... or don't.  But if you happen to pray, do as I suggest and we will both be much better for it.

Blue.  Yes.  I am not even sure what that means.  I just know it is.

On to something, before I go back to bed.  Good afternoon and night.