Up a couple hours.

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Went to sleep in the neighborhood of 17:00, maybe plus an half.  Down hard, fast, waking every two hours for bio.  No clue why, didn't make sense with the inputs involved.  Then woke after five hours down and two wakes.  Beer.  Told the psychopathogen I only consume a snifter of bourbon, scotch, or whisky three times a month, max... now that heart medicine is actually helping, save on a blue moon or every third, when a triple shot of the stuff seems required.

True.  Haven't had a beer in... a year, two?  Carbs.  However, in my current state of broken ketosis, while shopping, and after the psychopathogen, beer sounded good.  Well, and thirsty as a dog.  No fluid with, need to remember to have a jug of tea ready to go.  I mean, at the store, I grabbed beer. Not the three cases I used to nab, just a twelve pack.  Two before sleep, four after.  Maybe back to bed soon, if beer has nothing to do with it.  Not sure I like beer, or more than two at a time.  Still, good to know.  A bite to eat while deciding if it is realy bedtime.

Someone, in the know or believing so, suggested the song.  Boy, I'll tell you, believe or else, I was born to that.

Then I was broken by the corrupter.  Or, confused, both, for a time.

Fair?  Not close, if not this far... and yet...

Finally called to far better.  While I absolutely agree I don't deserve the call, I am damned sure neither of us deserve the call.  I'll pray you learn to soften your heart and learn to forgive me any and all real or perceived transgressions, but not for my sake.  None in heaven haven't forgiven even the slightest sin against them.  I wish, sincerely, to see you in heaven.  Not fair?  Who said life is fair?  Amen.

Cast all the stones you wish, if... I would advise for the employment of the vastly superior angels of your nature.  If for nothing else save your own grants, trust me, indulge me fully on this one topic.  The highway to hell has few exits.

 Good night, again?  Perhaps, after a bite.