I wanted to a do a few more things.

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But I think bedtime is upon me.  I have only been awake because I became too numb to remember to go on to bed.  As well, wearing shorts, a t, and flipflops has allowed me to get nearly frigid, at 68 in there.  Though... it may not actually be just the temperature of the world.  Sometimes, when I push it, I feel cold.  I feel cold even when it is 80 in this room.  That might be the actual problem.  It means it is time to sleep.

I am hungry though.  Can't eat much.  Or more, can't cook, so won't eat much.  But a fatted coffee.  Having those rarely, these days.  But, they... fill in when all else fails.

I may well dream of work, tasks, and else.  Or I may simply crash into oblivion... or something akin to it.  I have done well, given the givens.  It would never be enough to live on, but it's... all I have to offer.  Oh, even stopped at the post office.  Just... trying to check that.  The goal is once a week.  I'll... do my best.

I'll tell you.  While it might be getting too cold, I might find a way through that.  Up to a point.  But when the heat skyrockets, I...  Or changes too quickly, drastically?  I'll keep at it.  If all I do is "think" at it, so be it.  I'll... get to it when I can.  No sooner, no later.  Good evening and goodnight.