Cooled off well.

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It's only 23:09, and it has already dropped to 54.  I opened a few of the windows downstairs.  I'll have to shut it up if I go to bed... well... at any time I would be going to bed.  Trying to get some of that cool in, stored.  It is to 72 up here in this front room, more like 68 in the rest of the downstairs.  Upstairs is probably cooler.  And, with a few windows open, it'll cool more.

Hopefully the cool air will cause me to sleep a bit earlier.  I have been gaming.  But I gotta say, this game is... dull.  You can add excitement, but to the point where that too becomes dull.  If you perpetually die it is worse than dull.  Figuring out how to survive, with almost no real time to manage food, water, and health items, while fending off impossible opponents initially, and having to pay attention to sounds for snakes and other things?  It's... a bit too much.  That isn't exciting, it... too... is dull.

Not sure this game is going to work out.  I'll play a bit more.  Mostly, currently, just learning how to make and do things.  But there is an nearly impossible number of things to do, especially when playing the harder difficulties.  If you like playing games which pretty much just lead to death, without any real... gains?  Nothing but trying?  I don't know.

As mentioned, I am a doubting Thomas.  It's how I do.  Sometimes things work out anyway.  And, doubting doesn't keep me from trying.  Failing?  Should have been dead thirty years ago, and change.  Either I am perpetually failing, or this is the best failing one can do?  Given the givens, most people, including me, would have attempted to end this gig.

As mentioned, half a cup of draino, a twelve gauge, six months supply of various psychotropics... two different sets and times, and a number of other things.  What was the last serious attempt?  I think it was the shotgun, in... 1993.  It's... been a while.  First, I just started going in, when things got dark.  Then I quit meds, which improved things a ton.  Then... God called, and... we... wrestled, negotiated, and I... went His way, as well as I could.  Can.

Hmm... Supper.  Soup.