Couldn't sleep.

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The headache and nausea were too severe.  Aspirin did it's work, slowly.  As I browsed what little of the world isn't hidden through duplicitous deceit and overt and covert censorship, the various difficulties dissipated.  It took a while.  I could have gone to bed an hour or two ago, but it felt so good being temporarily pain free, that I have enjoyed the moments.  Hard headed, to be sure.

Thankful, for the pain.  The appreciation for the scant fleeting moments without it is greater than the boredom of never knowing the difference.  A little more balance would be pleasant.  Who has the time for pleasantries?  Oddly?  No bump or sore spot where I hit.  Must have hit it flat on flat, not on a corner.  All good.

I'll be turning in shortly.  Then trying to get to my list the next time I wake.  Perhaps tending the litter box, then having a snack after.  It is good to feel like I don't hurt, for a while.  No worries, I'll dig my way back into pain shortly.  It, I am beginning to think, is part of why I am still here.  I do it well.

Later.  Good night.  Good morning.