Breakfast and a project.

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There was something I have been meaning to do.  And, if the dremel actually worked, it should be able to do it.  Without further consultation, I put the correct pieces together, then connected them to the device, and?  Worked exactly as hoped.  BUT.  I cut too low.  Well, that is why I had several pieces.  So, no harm, no foul.  I just grabbed another one.  Cut it as well.  Then, I got the barrel sander out, attached it, and?  It... worked?  Yeah.  I may have to sand a bit more.  But... done.  

I could do a few more, but one is enough for now.  Proof of concept, currently.  If it ends up working, perhaps I will make a few more.  Okay.  My theory of the device being a major psyop is... not holding together, or aging, well.  I have used this before, many times, in various ways, to utter failure.  Why... is it working this time?

Then again, I realize, because of my health, sometimes it is as if I was drunk, or inebriated from a number of substances.  Sometimes, while things seem to make sense, and be logical, that... isn't what is happening.  Think oxygen toxicity.  The thing is, I can't always know when it is happening.

Signs and Symptoms

• Flashing lights in front of your eyes
• Tunnel vision
• Loud ringing or roaring in the ears (tinnitus)
• Confusion
• Lethargy
• Nausea and vertigo
• Numbness or tingling
• Muscular twitching (especially lips)
• Grand mal convulsion

The first five are... regulars.  The next three are rarer occasionals (not lip twitches, but other muscle misfires).  The last I have not had.  That's... a lot of similarity.  Much of of either always on, or often enough.  Interesting that... never mind.  I had only been suggesting the similarity.  I hadn't looked exactly at the symptoms before, or all of them.  But... yeah.

• light-headedness,
• inattention,
• difficulty concentrating,
• poor judgment,
• anxiety,
• decreased coordination,
• hallucinations, and
• coma.

Just 2, 3, and 4, but more on than off.  Anxiety may have used to be an issue, but not so much these days.  When I realize it was "over", that I  would not join the rat race again, things... eased up that way.  Coma?  Close enough, from time to time.

Actually, that is sort of spooky.  But, yes, those symptoms I listed from the lists are... persistent.  Intense.  Frequent visitors.  As if I was drunk.  So, when I tool doesn't seem to work...  Then again, sometimes just bad data will lead you to bad experiences, which build, and then leave you unable to do that task, use that skill, etc.  Backing off and coming back at it, with better information, or a clearer mind, can help.  Still, I finally conquered the dremel... at least some of it's uses. On to a shower.  Then some phone calls, perhaps.  Then boxes.  Later.