Da fuck.

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I started playing an old game I had.  Why?  There is, in a month or two, set to be released a second part.  I wasn't sure I liked the original.  Got my juices flowing, looking over the new title.  So, I... stuck my head in.  At first, just a few hours at a time.  It's all I could play, maybe twice a day.

However, as my acumen, stamina, and else, increased, I... am... lost in the game.  At least it isn't a bottle I crawled into.  Or... encased me?  Whichever.  In the bottle... game... I am, with barely a cork to pop for release.  Loving it.  And, I am not sleeping excessively.  Mostly.  Every few days, I suspect, I will crash for longer times, in order to make up for the excessively (at least for me, thought that seems to be changing) days.  Then again, I think my days are expanding.  Instead of twelve to sixteen hour days, I am hitting more like eighteen to twenty four hour days.  And, that may extend further.

Of course, medicine, food, and else, are also going back into the shitter.  I'll... try to keep up on that.  I may put something into my phone, and keep the meds out there, since I am no longer sitting this machine.  Bleh.  So weak, and yet so powerful at some times.  If I could target this, I would go back to engineering school.  If I could sustain it, I would be back in school, then doing engineering somewhere.  But, even for gaming, it will only last a while, then I will crash out and not be able to do anything for a while again.  Or die.  I just... don't die well.

So be it.  I did have that last supper.  But, even after it, and candies, as I was going to bed, without having dosed, I was crashing again?  I had to take more candies, but just two.  I... just don't get that.  Something is really off in things.  I'll... keep trying.  

On to chores, feeding the girls, litter, and gaming.  Oh, and breakfast.  Later.