Yea? No.

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Couldn't sleep.  Little bits of work were ongoing.  Why?  No clue.  My last blood sugar was 94, 91 before that if I hadn't mentioned.  I decided on one more meal.  Bacon, eggs, milk, and a small fatted coffee.  I will test one last time before bed.  If I can ever sleep!  Argh!

Music popped.  Oldies, mostly.  Strange... patterns.  Some new.  I can't tell, if I... never mind.  What is she doing?  Remembering.  Perhaps dreaming of those memories?





Tight memories or dark promises?

Well?  Some returns?

Be careful with wishes?

Girls are so very strange.  What doesn't kill you makes you stranger.