Told I look healthy.

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I don't see it.  I see a scrubby, half dead... or more, ghost of what I used to be.

I wanted to shave, or at least trim the whiskers, but... just didn't have it in me.

I showered, have been brushing my hair, put on clothes cleaned just today... hoping I don't smell like rough house or cat poo.  I'm doing my best, with Sassy and her litter.  But... I can smell that... smell.  And other smells.  I just can't keep up on my home.

So... I always fear I'll smell off.  Too tired to do much more.

Codeine?  I... wouldn't take it if I had it.  I... suffer the pains, mostly unaided.  Some migraine over the counter stuff, from time to rare time.  But, I... am waiting around to die.  God only knows why that hasn't happened.  I only know it's His choice, and I'll abide as best I can in the meanwhile.  My lifeline is the pain itself.  Amen?  Something like that.

So tired.  It's about time for bed.

Actually, would have been in bed an hour ago.  Couldn't stand, or remember to... get going and get on up.  I'll... give it a whirl.  Dang but chicks can be... pleasing to the eye, mind.  Don't always like em'.  If, too, I... don't think that's either required or the point.  Well, not all of the time.  At least some of the time, some of that is requited, just... no way on all of the time.  *grins*  Goodnight.