Something is so wrong.

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I made it to 16:22.  I am going to try to finish it by staying up to 18:00 and some.  But I feel off, bad, uncomfortable in my skin.  Tired, in a strange way.  Pained in ways that aren't clearly defined.

Some of it might be from the stress of the game.  It isn't... just... difficult.  It is brutally difficult, so that it stresses me right down to some core things.  Getting a bit old for these games.  Even playing it on easy is brutal.  Then again, being easy isn't... all that easy.

Oh, and I think I lost track of medicine?  Yes, Thursday morning was the last time I took meds.  I'll... catch at least one dose for today, the other dose when I wake.

Hungry, but... I can't cook.  I could heat something up, but I am not... all that interested in eating, even while being hungry.  I don't think I could handle food.  Something inside just isn't... right.  It doesn't want food.  Sardines are way out, but even chicken or pork are too much, not right, can't do.

I'll... have some water, perhaps a glass of milk.  Then play the game for a bit.  Yes, the stress of the game is part of it.  Though the cool is too.  Though it looks like the snow has all, or pretty much, melted.  Interesting.  I wasn't sure which way it would go.

I'll... keep checking the kefir and creme fraiches, but I think those will take another day.  Later, perhaps goodnight.  God be with you.