A bit to eat.

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A sort of... dirty rice?  Burger, tomato, spices... hot, and a pseudo rice.  Must not have been too bad.  After eating, blood sugar finally started to come down just a bit.  Just to 126, but okay.  It, without that, had only just come down to 146.  It just wasn't moving.  I haven't checked blood pressure or weight.  Later... in the week.

So tired.  It's been difficult to stay awake.  Hitting 19:24, as I write this.  Ah, but thankfully I was awake long enough to remember to take medicine.  I took morning pills as well.  A little higher doses, just... because I keep missing.  Most nights for the last three to four days, and some days.  On the good side, a bit extra, from time to time, seems to help.  If I could just focus, remember, the small doses would work.  Just having a heck of a time.  Winter... eating less... other things?

Dreams, daydreams, thoughts.  War with... things.  Things worse than even those of my nature.  Think of... squids, which can move on land, nearly invisibly.  Hunt in packs.  Evil, of mind.  They, if they can, prefer to slowly, torturously, kill and consume.  They only kill quickly if their is risk of being caught, otherwise.

I may be a hunter, but these are as equivalent to our apex nature as possible.  Their only problem is that their are too few of them for a direct assault.  I realized that their reproduction was easy to disrupt.  While evil, I really had to consider whether to eliminate their species.

After much effort, to communicate.  And the actual ability to communicate developed.  It became understood that they are simply evil.  Not just... Godless?  But willfully so.  They understood goodness, right, and had other options.  But not only did they prefer to harm, hurt, destroy, while consuming?  They preferred sentient prey.  They willed this, and wanted the food prey to know what was happening, and feel as much of it as possible.  This was pleasing to them.

In the end, I eliminated them to every last one.  I actually suspected they were forms of demons.  Which had found a strange way of obtaining flesh.  I simply saw no choice but to exterminate them.  And did.  Actually, that was the worst part about the dream.  Making such choices, and carrying them out.  Even when such measures are correct, they carry a great burden.

So be it.  I was... made to choose.  And... will do so.  If incorrect, I will pay.  I... may pay.  I have chosen.  I do believe.  I may yet be required to choose?  If I am War, yes.  Yes indeed.  Goodnight.