Almost folded.

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All plans were falling by the side, one and next.  I began exploding into tunnel-vision.  I was able, if it took faith and dregs of dregs of vapers and something else?  A helping hand.  The post.  I pushed that, not much choice.  Was going to bring the trash bin in, stumbled in, can't focus.  Would like to call my priest, can't keep a sure schedule and more, can't talk at volume.  Had some other calls, appointments, not yet.

Crashing so hard and fast.  Got some things done.  Had to break some hard rules, for whatever that means in the ether where I find, or lose, myself.  Good night.  Right, to bed at 12:47.