Perfection?

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That isn't the currency available.  Good to bad, say ten increments on each side with zero as the fulcrum.  Of course an old bull may not pace a young one, if what the old Brahman might know could counter speed in his favor.  Still, condition and potential within the x, y, z, and other holy design restrictions need to be given their dues.

Hmm?  Oh, I mean it is noon, I am still awake and rather aware, if I don't seem to be getting anywhere with regards to work, physical efforts.  The list is on my mind.  I will do what I can when I can.  Dark days are doing what they do.  Still, it looks like I might dig out shortly.

The strange dreams and daydreams persist.  Don't think you get them.  Some, in retrospect, seem to indicate things, or potentially.  Things they don't, at all, as I have reviewed and considered.  Then again...  I have it on good authority a cleaved head no longer plots.  Choices?  Yeah.  *grins*

I'll attempt to push my day along.  What might be helping is that I rembered to invert medication, taking night meds in the morning (when I am actually going to bed) and morning pills at night (as I wake).  This helps with usefulness and effect.  The meds that make me tired work better when I am going to sleep anyway, even in the morning.  And some wonder why I am, or seem, confused all the time.

I am continuously required to recalibrate on the fly, while falling through fog, mostly asleep, half on and off meds, with detractors and enemies at every turn.  Hell, I can't even die and my enemies are more ballless than I dare dream, and that is the male ones.  I expect only backstabbing from women, it's mostly all they can really muster.  Hrumph!  Ha!  That'll get me through a few more hours?  Either way it was fun.


A few more hours and I'll rightly crash.  Good afternoon, day, and night.