Thursday, August 22, 2019

So very tired.

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In part because it seems darker out there.  Haze, clouds, some of each?  After checking while putting the ducks in, definitely both.  Watering again.  Some areas don't need it at all, some areas have gone down hill fast, working on it.  An hour for the back and side, more up front.  Then two to four days off.  More downtime if it rains.

I keep drifting into morning before sleeping.  The last three days to three.  It's the meds?  Mostly.  On them, recently, restarting, opening up the house in a timely fashion hasn't been successful, which makes it too warm to do other things including get to sleep.  Which means I am awake well beyond exhaustion and while overheated.

Tonight it will be done right.  But at 18:30 it is still 77°.  It will be a bit.
Oh, someone is trying.  All right?  What in this world is?  Definitely contemplative.  If I have to add...  If one of you... me... is Durden?  No matter what else, you... I... am actually Durden.  The world can't create such.  It may try to suppress a Durden, those are born, not crafted.  If only useful at rare points in particular ways.
Definitely a thought.  A lot of flaws, holes, and huge misses, but a start.
Another consideration.  Reasonable?  Maybe.  Though, as mentioned, Tyler is the original.  Most men are jealous of Durden, couldn't understand wanting to escape that.  Sad, really, how weak most men are.  Never understanding how being too potent can be too much, especially if the only one saved by it is one's own self.  When all loves and many frinds... family... are lost, what good potency?

Yea.  Someone was playing games.  Later.

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