Later than planned.

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Sometimes I get stuck in the game.  Either trying to do something, or leveling.  It's... an addiction.  Don't even think otherwise.  If parents were to keep their kids from playing, it would be because of the addictive propterties, and patterns that can produce, including making children more prone to other addictive products, items, behaviors.

In my case?  I'm supposed to be dead.  I've been dead.  It... sort of doesn't matter.  If I can do it, and little or nothing else but sleep or die?  Leave me to it.  I break the spell, from time to time.  Sometimes for longer periods.  Just... it's a new game, I have someone who is also laid up, and it is working.

Good to have called my mother.  Still not... sure she hasn't blocked my calls?  Well, she had me call back.  This time, I rang through.  She knew I called, and was calling.  But there was no way for her to answer the phone.  As I said, crony criminals running that whole "phone for the poor" program.  Stealing the numbers, and access, from the people it was meant to be used by.

Still, we'll see about something else.  Though I will advise her not to give her phone number to anything online, or other such.  Not sure she is doing that.  But she is the type who will give her phone number to be allowed to play a game.  Or used to, on computers.  They... had her dead to rights, on anything tech or else.  Thankfully she was too poor to steal from.  But, I get six to eight bogus calls a day, and I suspect it is because they have her phone address book.  But did she give it, knowingly or not?  I just don't know that.  Live giving kids nickels for dimes.  Enough times, it adds up.

Well.  It's time for bed.  It's already one thirty.  I am bushed.  I'll set the alarm for 9:00 and 11:00?  This morning I woke, naturally, rather early, considering.  We'll see about today.  Goodnight.