Late, but...

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I wanted to get laundry started, and at least into the dryer... on low... before bedtime.  So... so... I am awake until that gets done.  Bleh.

I ordered a few groceries, and have arranged a pick up time in a few days.  I want very clean, fresh clothes for the trip.  I did get trash out today.  As well, the waterers back in, when I put the ducks up.  With Thor back, or... countable with the rest tonight, I am much happier.  Then again, there were a number of them gone.  Perhaps they were on the other side of the house.  I did a bit of a walkaround, but they... can cleverly stay out of view, if they are paying attention.  All accounted for tonight.

Yea, my critters are at least as paranoid as me.  We keep each other on our toes?  I think so.  Well, the rabbits aren't paranoid.  The cats are, but as they have aged, they are lazy paranoids, like me!  :)  Just because they are after you, doesn't mean... much.  And everything they might know?  I have put here.  Good luck with blackmail.  Besides, God knows.  I am not worried about what they know, if I would take their heads for having the audacity to try to know what they shouldn't.  On a pike... no neatening... ragged, bloody, and ugly.

I'd best check the laundry.  As soon as it is done washing, then into the dryer, I can sleep.  I did get insulin.  I have stopped with the water pills.  For whatever reason, I have only been drinking, say, between and half gallon and gallon, down from probably triple to quadruple that.  Which means even one is too much, for now.  I'm not sure which is craziest, the loss of thirst or...  Oh... probably the quick switch in diabetes.  It was 196 fasting, from just slow acting, today... this 'morning'.  So... yea.  I'll bet that is a three to four hundred drop from a few days ago.  Odd how my body can do that.  *wink*

Oh... I keep watching her vids.  Curious.  The world is my rubik's cube, and there were things I didn't understand.  OP, jacketed hollow point... or something?  And... some others.  :p  Anyway, plus I was getting a good chuckle from time to time.  I found one that, probably, if I could focus, would explain most of it.  Hey, it's... a gas.  It really is.

Well... while doing so, I started... thinking.  A vid popped, then another.  One I went looking for specifically... Mean Machine.  So, I decided to craft a little... Doomgift.  Sure, I am going the other way, trying.  To become the narrator is the goal?  Or... something closer.  It isn't possible, but it's... they way I had hoped I could go.  As I mentioned, long ago?  If you are Tyler, you will never be anything else.

And, yea.  This... yes.  Indeed.  Like it or not, it is what it is.

Finally?  Just... a warm fuzzy... as close as I can get.  Not a flirtation?  A... shared moment?  Something.

May she enjoy, if she happens to notice... somehow.  Meh.  Good night.