Awake, again.

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Still hollowed, down to bone and nerve and muscle and little will.  At least it is above freezing this morning.  If... it was actually nearly afternoon before I could wake.  Such a dark, stark, lonely, weak, tired, cold day.  Still, it's what I have.  I'll try to turn it into something.  If I fail, there is tomorrow.

Still hoping to get to dishes.  But I have to clear the freezer top first.  Most of my orders for the month have arrived.  Several pair of slacks to try for size, style, color.  I still haven't tried the shoes ordered.  Soon, after a shower, or two.  Picking through things, getting rid of packaging and interior padding quickly.

Just gaming, while breakfast brews, and this.  The game is a bit too big.  It gives no clues as to where to go, when given information.  Imagine if you were new to even just Utah, but more the SouthWest, and I just told you to go to... a place in New Mexico, Arizona, or some obscure place even here in Utah.  But didn't tell you where it was, or how to get there, but before the internet.  Game makers have gotten sloppy and lazy, and can get away with it a bit, through the internet.  If not for that, no one would play their games.

Actually, much of their game and getting through it requires a lot of internet usage, because nothing is simple enough to figure out on ones own, even to how to defeat some, many, bosses and 'mobs' (various monsters and other enemies).  Some, most, all(?), have a trick to beating them.  Though high enough level, for some, is enough.  Some.

Oh, had a cuticle, on a particular toe, which had hardened, like a toenail itself, and was causing great pain.  On the good side, it is the only one that does that, anymore, now that I am wearing the correctly sized shoes!  As well, it is easy to fix... clip it just like a toenail.  The trick is not to get into the soft part of it, cause it to bleed, hurt.  My vision isn't that good, and at that intermediate distance, so it's a bit of a turkey shoot.  But, got it, just... right.  What a relief.  I hold my breath, when it starts hurting, not wanting to tend it, for days, weeks.  Then, finally, have had enough and pull the trigger, so to speak.  Always a bit fearful.  But, have been doing pretty good the last three or six times more like.  Such a relief, when it is done.  Even if I botch it, it is still better than it was.  And, yet, I continue to procrastinate.  I'm... trying to just hit it.  Have to be in the right mood, and more motivated than just a bit of pain.  Even gets caught in the blanket, causes a jerk motion to uncatch it, which can cause cramping, charlie horses.  Ugh.  Odd how things work.

Well... on to breakfast, and gaming.  Then some coffee, and maybe waking.  Then chores, dishes, laundry, and else.  Oh... dumpster did not, again, get emptied.  *sigh*  I'll... see what happened.  I couldn't move it last night, but hoped it would be moved today, unless he, again, forgot to call to have it emptied?  Or... forgot to check, move it, as I thought he had said he would.  Costing money... will check on that.  No major fuss, he is doing near charity work, so...  Anyway...  Later.

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My bad.  The dumpster isn't picked up until tomorrow.  I asked if it is set to be emptied, haven't heard back.  Will check once more.  Don't want another week to go by.  All good, so far.  As long as it goes tomorrow.  Couldn't move it last night.  Weak.  May try again later today.

So tired.  So very sleepy.  Dark, cold.  Turned the furnace to blazing and... still cold, tired.  Might go on back to sleep for as long as needed.  Good afternoon, day, and maybe goodnight, again.