Doing well.

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Very strange.  The toe is almost completely back to normal, at the moment, for the day.  Since waking up it has been well behaved.  Walking on it isn't an issue.  It doesn't hurt one way or the other.  And, yes, from time to time, I... test limits.  Not trying to find absolute limits, simply testing normal functions... whether that hurts or not.  If I ran into pain in the process, then I would... push, stretch, test further.

No, it is doing well.  Everything is doing well.  I have no idea why, but I'll gladly take it.  I wasn't thinking I would get to die, but I thought I might have to suffer a bit deeper for a while.  And, I did, for months in there.  I may have months left of it, years, decades.  But... not today!  :)

Music has been dug up, though too, a few vids I thought were interesting.  New, old, music, informationals (always dubious, but if it's a good story I'll let them stand... up to a point).  Someone is thinking things, and I like the way they think.  Or... I appreciate that they think as I once lived, or remember, or suggest they see where I was going with things.

People really do live easy lives today.  Oh, but bills?  Oh, but she/he doesn't like me!  Oh, but I can't find a job!  Bills?  Money?  You are joking, right?  She/he?  Get over it.  Anyone who falls for you is a sucker, or a parasite.  It's... not about you.  Get gud... as we say in the gaming world.  Make money, and expect to be exploited.  Or... keeping gaming and... stay luckily unlucky?  :p

I won't say it was different in my day.  It wasn't.  But no one I have met, then or now, even came close to starving to death, or being beaten to death by a mob of hateful gangs.  Well, save in the usual places, but that goes with the territory.  If you want the Wild West, or East, or South, etc?  You'll find it.  It, too, will find you.  Choices.  Though, how many of you have been in at last twenty fights?  Sixty?  Eighty?  Street, sometimes against several, or many.  Is seven several or many?  Thirty?

I won't say it is easy.  I will merely imply that the options are grim.  The good die young, so do the stupid, suckers, foolish, and rarely the wise.  Meh.  Die, or pick up the pace, lad, lass?  :)  Oh, right... vids and music.

Survival.

Thriving.

Doing it my way?

Women?  Women!  *shrug*

The goat god.  Do you know of the old tales?

It was said, on yearly, decadal, or else celebrations, or once in a generation, century, millennia, one would step out of the crowd, during holy days, and... change something, a few things, many things, or... even everything.  It was said that God, or a god, would possess a human, grant them writ, writ large, and they would say things and change things.  And society, if they believed, would abide.

But, after the manifested human had had their time, as a God, god, then they... would be harmed.  By all those who lost in the changes, or even those who won?  The goat god person would be horrifically destroyed as the price of change?  An... old story.  Older than written history, though contained in fragments of that.

Some were... had become powerful enough to resist destruction.  Though, in time, all die.  Imbued with the divine, demonic, or whatnot.  All die, in time.  Just... a final story to the lot.  Enjoy.  Somewhere else.  Scoot!