A few tricks.

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I hate wasting, even a wake-up.  So I tried every trick at my disposal.  I don't think it is working.  So... this one last time.  Blogging, a procrastination to hold off sleep, while my eyes burn for sleep.  Probably a losing effort.  How many efforts in life are likely?  You, I, we... aren't here to win.  To fight, or just live?  I have no choice.  Life, for me, is a fight.  One I have already lost.  Still, why give up even now?  I have nothing to lose.  Only the pain and struggle give this life meaning, structure, a weak grasp of the real.

I realized my feet need care.  Without being able to afford a pedicure monthly, I lost track.  My heels are so harsh they bruise other parts simply through light contact.  I ordered a few pieces of equipment to see if I can fix that.  Wouldn't want them to crack, either.  The tools and pieces cost less than a single trip to the now closed anyway spas.  Gotta do it.

I am still waiting on flat sheets, ordered over a mont ago.  White cotton, simple but they bleach well.  Pillow cases, of that sort, ordered on payday, are almost here.  For toys, I ordered steel marbles.  Can't play against glass with them, they will be their own set.  Now I have room, upstairs, to practice.  Silly?  In a small way, I hope so.  While life is a losing battle, perhaps partly for that, partly in spite of that, and partly aside from that, life shouldn't be taken totally seriously.  That is losing, on steroids and speed.

Slow down, take it easy, or you'll hurt yourself dying.  :p  I keep trying to push or kick you out.  Why do you keep coming back?