Saturday, July 6, 2019

No sleep after all.

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Not a choice.  I simply became lost while awake.  In a way, I am... might as well be... asleep.  From time to time I can think in such a way as to involve myself with action.  However, only on rare such occasions does that lead to action.  I have been thirsty for... hours now?  Oh, and it has been longer than that since going to the bathroom was a desire.  Actually, I'll be right back.

The bathroom was needed, not so much the tea.  Here and I was so thirsty for so long and beside me an half gallon of tea.  Now I know.  For as long as it is true, and for as long as I can be aware.  It's just one of those things the near dead must endure.  It can be a gift, as the numbness paraplegics and quadriplegics can know, only it is mind and body.

Blood sugar was really high, so I hit it hard.  I thought 220 fasting.  So, 25 cc's with breakfast.  Three hours later it was 85.  A few more hours on, it is up to 124.  Strange, no food or insulin since breakfast.  It obviously isn't a linear thing, any of it.  I didn't worry about the lowest reading, it wasn't preceded by any symptoms.  My instincts, senses, are well placed in this matter.

It looks like YouTube has excluded music videos.  Going broke?  Can't afford the fees, royalties?  I wonder if that isn't also, in part, why they have cleared the deck of contributors?  It's cutting their own throat, but it cuts the cash stream share in the short term.  When you hire a million useless sjw's, who can do nothing but destroy your business, guess what?  If they aren't living on the streets, with the other shitwalkers, they soon will be.  Who needs a disease with these last few gens, smartphones, easy access to the hard stuff (heroin, meth, not whisky), and jobs that don't require skill, making them completely replaceable?

It is up to the mid 80's out there, but with partly passing clouds.  As well behaved a summer day as one could wish.  The ducks choose to return to their pen, I am considering shutting them out, and bug bombing, then cleaning, the area.  Ugh, sometime this week, after installing curtains.  So trapped at nowhere, in nothing, though.  Later.

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