Trying to wake.

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So very tired.  I remember when I was drowning in sleep.  I couldn't stay awake to save my life, almost literally.  Sleeping, for the most part, for weeks and months at a time.  Waking up, and then having to decide if I thought I could catch up for a midterm or final in three engineering courses.  Crazily, sometimes I could.  Not easily.  Sometimes impressively.  

Now, these days, while I still often sleep a bit too much, compared to the average person, and rarely too little, I at least, usually, have some of a waking and sleeping cycle on every single day.  Usually.  Mostly.  Including today.  But I am so very absolutely squashed by exhaustion I wish, for just a bit, I could sleep more, for a day or three.

My heart does hurt.  It is tired.  Sore.  But more, every part of me is exhausted.  Even so, I keep trying to kick out, figure out how to get some work done, or at least try to wake up.  Gaming sometimes does that.  I have been playing this morning, but I'm... not... sure what I have done.  I can't remember anything.

I may go back upstairs and attempt to sleep again.  I did check the birds and bunnies.  All seemed well, if the rabbits will need extra this afternoon.  As well, I can run the ducks water, and perhaps check their food as well.  But I so need sleep.  I'm just not sure it will happen.

Someone is digging through new and old music.  Pain, dreams, odd notions of my possible natures.  But, new stuff too.  From times past, and fantasy, of course.  While I rarely forget, of the story, song, myth, and video I have presented, I don't always consciously remember.  Interesting to see the lines people draw, the dots they connect.  There is much there, ridiculous or credible, fanciful or reasonable, true or theory or philosophical.  I... watch you, some of you, take what I made, and attempt to make sense of it.  It is almost as... interesting to me as I may seem to be to you.