Still up, but shouldn't be.

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Finished the steak.  Had another coffee.  Kept Sassy in food as well.

Someone has been picking them.  I think a recent post or dozen have someone(s) picking through the scratch, looking for... indicators?  Or... just having a larf.

Though, several, after first, followed a theme.  I plucked those from the chaos, background noise, and more.  Someone(s) must have my blog posts... zeroed.  They know what they are looking for, and just... bring it up.  Interesting.  *raising eyebrow*

Not that I am important, or believed.  Only... found entertaining?  By someone(s).  Like Monty Python lines, remembered, regurgitated... or from other sources?

Ah, here.

Though, too, it could be mockery, derision.  I get that.  Difficult to know.

This one is more like my... counter to those?

The choices, mind you, aren't all mine to make.

Certainty, even if told directly, isn't for here.  Even the intent of the most honest man, or woman... thank you Stan, gets twisted.  Only weaker men are cruel in that way, and women... thank you Stan.  Where was I?  I am finished.  Furthermore...  Never mind.  Keep it in a box.  All I'm saying is, that won't work.  Lune.

Well, on to bed.  Good night, and morning.  Don't die, though if you do, stay conscious and understand.  It's not easy.  But... I think it would serve you.  I used to think dying was terrible, and should be hidden, not talked about, and if it happened would be better in the sleep.  I... don't think so these days.  Not that suffering is to be adored, but it is to be faced, endured.  Hopefully with folk around who care.  Whether personally, or even professionals... if they really do care.  If you can't be with the ones you love, love the... ones you are with.  Trust me on that one.

Yes.  Good night.  But... really, don't kick the ghost over just yet.  *grins*  Later.