Strange.

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I turned the heat up.  It's now warm.  And I am crashing.  So very tired.  So?  So on back to bed.

The music has just been pouring in tonight.  Music I haven't seen in a decade.  Some of it I thought was gone.  Some of it I am sure was gone.  If someone else put it back up, quietly, would it fill the same place it had been in?  Or is that just them taking it down but putting it back up through tech, not through law?  I just can't say.

Still, it's been a pleasure looking at the videos, music, posts.  Somewhere between fifty and eighty long past vids.  Some on y.t., some from my posts.  I can't listen to them all, but I can tag a view, refresh vid history.  And... watch, and think about, some of them.

If I had to say, I would guess one of my long-time readers.  They no longer comment.  I thought some of them had died.  Some I know have died.  Others just... got tired of me.  It happens, even in real life.  No worries.

And, yet, it feels more like someone was guided to these vids.  Mostly about my... odd relationships with women.  And, my, peculiarities.  But... as they... have guided my relationships with women, one way or the other.  Girls, funny or normal, have an intense curiosity about... boys.  Even strange, or tom, ones.  Yes.  I honestly suspect it is a woman, somehow called here by this or that reason, then somehow led to... what someone thought she might enjoy viewing.

Did she?  I'll never know.  Assuming it is as I suggest.  I sure hope so.  I... enjoyed her rummaging around in my closet.  Though I suspect, if she started out with rage or hate, she is... feeling better.  Or... something?  I can hope so.  Even if we can't agree, we... don't have to.  Or hate.  But... whatever.

Yes, on to bed.  Good night.  Way early.  It's been between, what, four and nine down lately.  Not sure I will be able to stay down for long.  Can hope.  Good night?