Very late.

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To bed and awake.  I just... ended up feeling that post pull itself out of me, with great resistance.  It took... a while.  Had meant to be in bed much earlier.  Ghosts won't rest without being recognized, and perhaps some form of purging.  Real?  Who even believes in ghosts.  I don't.  Just because I believe I have been involved with them, doesn't mean I believe.  At a minimum, I would have to proof my brain, emotional capacity, and some other things.

Psychology is a fail, in those matters.  Actually, I would suggest that most people who are in the filed are so far beyond questionable, both as income seekers and as questionable people on the flat surface of it, that you can't get a solid reading from there.  Anyone who goes to them would, most likely, fall into that trap.  Technically, everyone, to them, is ill.  Needs treatment.  Should be outlawed.  And that is the verbal side of it.  The medical side of it should be outlawed as well, and all practitioners imprisoned for the harms they have, and most of them knowingly, done.  Truths.

So, how does one go about assessing one's own sanity?  One... doesn't.  You live.  You have neighbors.  You have law enforcement around.  You have tasks you must do.  You go about these.  And, if someone has too serious of a problem, with you, then... it will become rather apparent.  And, then, someone will step in and alter things... or try.  Which... leaves a lot of room for... negotiation.  

All I can, with absolute certainty, tell you is... just because you see something, doesn't mean it exists.  Much as, just because you don't see something, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.  From currants or wind to ghosts or lightning balls.  Though, whether your brain is suggesting something that isn't there, or your eyes are seeing something they don't, or even can't, understand, is altogether a different question.

So... these ghosts.  That haunt me?  Do not worry too much.  You know damned well I am dying.  And, whether I am seeing beyond the veil, or remembering from having been there, or just going through psychic fits, as the mind nears that edge... it's all good.  It isn't a harm to you.  If you choose to take offense, to things written or considered here?  Why the fuck are you here?

Though, it looks like most of you have gone.  Or they are hiding visitor numbers.  I... don't care.  The thing is, I do sense you.  That, too, may be some... confusion.  But I don't think so.  What does confuse me, again, is why you visit if you... are so bothered... some of you.  I... don't get that.  Not really my problem, to a degree.  But you sort of insist on making it my problem, though, too... don't you.  Your hatred is felt, even in person.  Yes, I see it.

Well... awake.  I need a shower, and to hit dishes.  I need to cook.  The bathroom needs hit, and the kitchen.  Not too tired, but I do need to wake up.  It is 73 out there, or was at around 13:20ish.  The furnace was turned off, and the upstairs windows left open, with fans going, and the door to the downstairs open.  Just from 67 to 71 around the house.  Very partly cloudy out, hazy.  But... nice.  This is as perfect as day as I have seen in a while.

Blood sugar is down a a bit, at 169 fasting... from 193 fasting and 174 fasting the previous days.  The 193... I know why that was... didn't take the slow acting the night before, so...  Still, doing pretty well on medicine.  Insulin is what gets forgotten more often, lately.  But, still, a rarer thing.  Doing everything I can to get and keep on track.  And, given how exhausted I have been, doing pretty good.

Later.