Tissue paper.

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Kleenex, as it is often called.  I have been out of it, down here, for a week or two.  I finally went through my storage and grabbed a few boxes.  For near the computer, and in the living room, near the console.  I'm a firm believer in blowing it all out, at least once a day.  Three times, four times, even five if needed, or I can, should.  It's not quite as disgusting as some of the other methods and reasons for voiding, if it's... pretty ugly and gross.  And, yet, it's a beautiful thing, the process.  Your own personal air filtration system.  God gave us very interesting biological forms in which to inhabit.  No machine, or other organism, even comes close.

It is wonderful to have a clean air intake system, after a quick but detailed voiding.  I have missed that.  Very good.  I am thinking that someone "borrows" bits and pieces of all that I have, which really cuts into my income.  I am sure of it.  Too ill to do much more than I have about it.  But I have... limited... how much is taken.  I live amongst thieves.  The lessor I have limited.  The better, more motivated, I can't keep out.

Still gaming.  The game, in some parts, is too difficult.  For a beginner.  Which I am.  The question is, will I make it beyond being a beginner?  I don't know, not sure I want to work that diligently.  But, maybe.  It is helping me stay awake.  Not getting me to labor, physical work, but one thing at a time.

And, again, pain seems gone.  Oh, there is always a bit to a lot of it, just under the surface.  But out of sight, mostly, out of mind.

Back on to gaming... with a cleared ability to breath.  I much prefer to breath through my nose, and at a certain pace.  I have to, often, consciously breath as such.  It... is part of why I am still alive.  Being buried in dying flesh takes... discipline.  Most people don't have the... patience? resolution? something... for it.  Not that I did.  I certainly tried to shirk that duty.  I was graced with the ability to handle the pain, and called beyond that all.  Don't look at me, the gifts and will were initially a God thing.  Then I took the helm, once certitude about some things had set in.  A gift?  From a command.  Start as a slave, to His will, if you must.  Then, as the prodigal son?  Then become a servant, then a child... again.  I am the prodigal son, in ways only He may know.  All good.

Well... on to gaming.  Maybe something to eat in a bit.  Eggs, corned beef has, fresh onion, and a glass of water?  Perhaps.  Later.