Still bleeding like a stuck pig.

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Okay, gaming is out.  I play hard, to win, and tough games.  When I wasn't spitting or swallowing, I leaked through.  An half hour and had to change the plug three times, even then I leaked through.  And changing the nose plugs is a HUGE mess.  So... something else.  I would sleep, if I could.  No more shirts.  That's three for the day, I think that's the bag limit.

On the good side?  One of the shirts, if a synthetic, was white.  I thought to just throw it away.  It's not the newest thing, and worse is the brand.  Still, bought and paid for, want not waste not?  I put a dab of laundry detergent on it, and soaked it, as with the black and now greenish shirt.  I checked, and, to my absolute surprise?  It was clear of the blood.

From now on, if I spill something on a (newer or better) shirt, I will soap and cold soak it immediately.  Tomato sauce, blood, mustard, fats from cooking... anything.  Immediately.  It really works.  My last woman type used to keep my shirts spotless.  I often asked how.  She never said.  Why... didn't she admit that she worked hard for it?  She would never let me know what she was doing.  How can one be grateful without knowledge?  Anyway... it looks like I won't lose my shirts over it.

Yes, still bleeding.  Gushing without a plug.  Hmm... mother just started blood thinners.  Blood is thicker than water.  While adopted... she and I share... a very peculiar connection.  I'll... have to manually psychically amend this... particular... link?  Oh, laugh as you will.  We used to call, when phones were phones, and I'd pick up, or she would, and there would be no dial tone.  We usually called and answered without the need for the ringing.  Random calls, once to three times a month.  And... I always knew, even if at school or away, when I was going to be in trouble when I got home.  So... yeah... maybe.  I'll... concentrate on it.

A bit of late tech, then I'll try to sleep.  Good night, either way, probably.