Saturday, May 21, 2022

I swear...

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Someone knows what they really couldn't.

Her?  The... when I think of her, in that way?

Goth cheerleader.  Aye.

It took a long time to get to chores, but done.  And, I set up the waterers I brought in, all others are reset.  Keeping up.  Fresh pales of water, and Sassy got fresh while I was at it.  Plus a late meal.

I can't really eat. I am only awake because I really had to do chores.  Late, a day late, as is.  Was not going to push it.  Oddly?  They don't go for the water.  They went for the food.  Given that many of them have double chins, that didn't bother me.  I am more worried about their waterers.  Which, this time, they all mostly ignored.  Okies.

It is just about 20:00, five to.  What is it about five to, lately.  While the hours have been different, sometimes, the five minutes before the hour has been common lately.  All good.

Rough, sore, hurting.  No shower, if I really really wanted one.  I am barely able to stand, so a shower is out.  Chores... I actually did okay.  But I just can't shower.  I have to get up, and going.  Confession, and if possible mass, next week.  Both on Saturday?  One on Saturday, has to be.  Maybe one on Sunday, or through the week?  I... don't know.  Next week, or the week after, it... will happen.  And, when it happens, I'll... try to stay on that path as well.

My chest, heart really, is sore, tired.  Literally, my heart is tired.  The sharp pains have passed.  I'm not sure what the problem is.  Perhaps I pushed my schedule far too hard, far too fast?  I haven't been pushing physically, haven't been gaming hard... hardly at all actually.  Maybe it is just... what it is.  A close scrape by or nearing my time.  Cool.  Not... even something I worry about anymore.  Well past my time, if too, I may have decades left.  Cool.

Just a bit longer, as I try to figure something out?  Maybe sardines, or... salad, or... I don't know.  I am not hungry, don't want to eat, but... think I should.  So... It's like mom's voice, echoing in the back of my mind... you need to eat something.  And, yes, she is right.  Later.  Goodnight too, really.

Her or me?  P... probably.  *wink*

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