Less sleep.

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I did make it to 10:30, maybe 11:00.  A freshly made bed is a wonderful thing.  I'd do it daily if it didn't eat too much of what little energy I have these days.  Still, every other, or every third, is a pleasant change.  Slept well, slept warm.

Dreamed my home was being invaded by first local police, then the feds.  When I realized it was going to happen, I fled*.  I rented it to one of my dark cousins.  With the covenant, rainbow, and flood before it, my kind knows better than to mess with killing human types.  So... initially, he would just steal their guns, badges, and wallets, and send them back out dazed and confused.

The confusion would pass, in a while.  A few days, or weeks, depending on how devoutly evil the men... and eventually women... were.  True statists never returned to sanity.  Anyway.  Eventually, they sent in the feds.  These would not only take their arms and badges, any gear they had, wallets, and such, but also their clothes, save their skivvies, shoes and socks.

I was in a foreign land.  He eventually was making so much money off the sales of various bits and baubles that he began sending me a handsome rent.  Eventually they left him alone.  Tried to burn him out, to know avail.  He began recording the events, another... income stream?  I think that's what he called it.  And, yes, people pay money for that.  And extra money for the items garnered, if they could be tagged to "actors" in the vids.  I larfed, and larfed.  Oh, I did.

Some of the last of my orders arrived.  Child hair conditioner.  I am trying that, and baby shampoo.  The stuff I use, I like it, but it has a powerful scent.  I'd like to find something with less odor.  But my hair is so very thin, fine.  I've tried other simple shampoos, too.  But they dry it out terribly, give me dandruff something awful.  Not sure this is any cheaper, to be honest, but if it will do the job without causing dandruff or else, and doesn't leave a strong scent, I'll go with it.

Today?  I'll try to get cleaned up, and a shower.  Hoping to do something tomorrow, and more.  Or the next day, sometime this week.  On to waking, and... a fatted coffee.  The hope, is to do things, more quickly, get to bed earlier, and wake earlier.  Later?  Of course, or not.  Later.  You may not understand, but it is half so tricky as it seems, and certainly not daft.  Consider it a non-rhyming, non-dirty, limerick.  And play along or don't.

*Looks like someone was... reading my mind, dreams?  This sure fit that dream.  It had been watched twice last night, or today before I woke.  I didn't remember what it was, looked after I finished posting.  Good shot, man.