Someone...

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Saying something?

Certainly saw something.

Patterns.

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I saw it.  In pieces, bits, parts, over a short time?

I enjoyed, immensely.  Hmm?  Oh, here.

Alpha?

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Sigma.  Contest?

Laughed, I did.

I'm not sure I believe.

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But the... notification arrived?  I'm too tired to think.

Or argue.

A... few things.

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Some music, vids, thoughts.

As a hermit, I might know?  I do say.

Hmm?

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After seeing else, I... saw this.

You... don't hurt me, or matter.  Right?  Even a broken clock clocks it true twice a day.  I... don't mind.  Not... sure which one you are?  Doesn't matter.

Never sure.

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Mockery, encouragement, simping, or... some such?  Had to laugh.  And... not?  I enjoy the show as much as others.  Not always for the same reason.

Hmm?  Oh, video pops that made me do some addition, subtraction, and cross my eyes just a wee.

When to bed?

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No idea.  Awake around 18:00?  Give or take up to a score.  That's... twenty for you illiterates.  :p  Minutes, for those even less inclined to word and time tech.  :)

I hurt when I went to bed.  Should have gone to bed earlier?  Or... everything is just out of cync.  A bit of each.  And I feel rough on waking.  As if I had a good solid beating a few days ago.  Actually perhaps even just yesterday.  Sometimes I healed extremely quickly, sometimes it hurt badly for a week.  Depending on how many people were beating on me, or how well they were at their chosen temp hobby.  Some men, and boys, hit like girls.  I... almost felt bad for them, especially after I finished.  Almost.

Awake.

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Woke just after noonthirty.  Not feeling great, but not as bad as it has been.  The aches and pains are back, but lightly.  The toe knuckle isn't screaming, isn't even swollen?  The skin on the feet still burn, if more gently.  Hobbling about is doable, mostly.  And without agony, just slight suffering.

Exhausted, if not sleepy.  A form of being tired that simply means I don't have much energy, focus, or access to memory all that well, and yet can't really sleep.

Estrogen all over everything.

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Oh, I don't mind.  I get the scent of... cinnamon buns, home made caramels, fried chicken, and lipstick.  Oh, and a hint of a parfum or three... well, and the scent of the purists, and... really purist purists.  Still, it's... around.  Hateful?  And curious.  Feminine.  Nosy.  Looking under rocks, even those.  Women.  Ladies?  Grins.

Oh, the videos.  Wonderful, or not.  Hundreds have clamored for eye space, time.  Some were dumped, some were allowed, only few are showing up.  Not... all are being showed because they are preferred.  Just... they were... a part of it.  So few will be showed.  Though, I did drop all the patriarchy ones.  Pretty much.

Headache.

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It's not even that good, or... bad... of a headache.  The thing is, I haven't had a headache in... months.  Almost since going carnivore.  Yes, there... is something about the carnivore diet that improves every part of life, if it is brutal to acquire the ability to consume the short list of things in it.  Worth it?  Just for the headaches, yes.

Throw in the lack of bloody noses, fewer body cramps (even while not taking minerals, though too if not on waterpills... which I need to get back on).  And a ton of other improvements, including losing a hundred pounds.  Hoping to lose more, but that may not be possible in winter.  My body wants food, and lots of it.  Even if I can stick to the carnivore diet, I... will gain some weight in fall and winter weather.  If for no other reason I can't get warm enough to burn it off.

Acrophobic much?

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Oh, aye.  The world spins, nausea, sweats, some other things.  Just... looking over the edge a mere two stories down will cause symptoms.  Though, the higher the worse.  Good, then... just do this and shut up.

Do you ever feel like someone is trying to tell you something?

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What that might be could be anybody's guess.  I mean, there is always the straightforward.  But, when dealing with women, that is rarely how they work.  If they say they hate you, if they are bothering to tell you?  They are lying.  Though, whether to themselves, you, both, or someone else, that... is never a certainty.

And, what they mean?  I don't think they know what they mean.  It has more to do with feeling, when it comes to women, the feminine.  They don't think with objectives, goals, ideas, only feelings.  Even when you can get them to print in logic, the fringes are emotional.  How does this quadratic equation make me feel?  FFS, it doesn't make ME feel, it solves a problem.  Gah!

Someone is out and about.

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Kicking around.  Remembering?  Thinking?  Chewing some fat?  Flirting?

Certainly saw some oldies, and in a strange mix.  Still, I... think I can work with it.  Well, and a few new?  No, not a single new.  Well to my playlist.  Not all that recent, but, certainly everything has been visited.

Some one is brainstorming.

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Never sure which of my minions, or antiminions, is at it.  But... I... see patterns.  Real people?  Some sort of AI?  Who... ever knows.  Only... the patterns.

Not even sure if what I see is real, or mere random scatter.  Save that I see a story emerge.  Easy enough, if you are insane, or "bright" (isn't that what the left thinks they are), or possibly plainly simple... to be lead?  I don't know.  But... I see, or think so.  Milk and cookies keep you awake huh?  Lets discuss this.  You better come up Sebastian.

Some of it.

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I did get the phone and pad returned.  I was so mad.  Oh yes I was.  After spending that much time, effort, and such, to get them started and walked out the door, like a kid on Christmas, only then to be hounded for more money, more access, all the time.  To have things activated on my phone that I couldn't shut off.  Lots of problems.  From day one.

Now, as soon as I got ready to take it for a return?  The very day before?  The thing that was stuck on my phone, I couldn't turn off?  Went away.  Far too late by then.  I was just hoping they didn't have a trick, or clause, or such.  But, no, they took it back, both of them.

Up, if a bit late.

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Around six thirty when I rolled out, give or take a decade.  It is 78 upstairs, near where I sleep.  If I could get venting for the attic, that would fix that.  But I... at the moment, don't mind.  Downstairs is 67/66, cooler up front, probably even cooler in the kitchen.  Outside is why, which surprised me.  It is only 44 out there?  On July 2nd?  Okay.  But... yes, cooler.  Maybe not freakishly cooler?  Though... maybe.  Well, that it rained yesterday, to my notion, at this time of year, is freakish.

Cold, but I am... almost... beginning to adjust.  Not to the cold, or the heat, but both at once.  I can adjust to almost anything.  I just... need some time.  I am one of "those" people?  Or... something.  Not absolutely convinced I am a people, but there is no legit app for that.  :p

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No nap, yet.

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I had some things on my mind.  Went looking.  Ran into one of my carnivore humor people.  And... he is still at it.  Oh, he... is working.  On things, his diet, and such.  I suppose.  But he... I don't know.  I do laugh.  With him?  At him?  Depends on when, what, he is suggesting.

Never sure who asks.

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I do know the question.

Down for quite some time.

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Noon until 18:00?  I think so.  Too cool?  Not really.  Hmm, actually it was closer to 14:00 down.  I remember taking afternoon medicine around 13:30.  Then realizing sleep was needed.  Still, a longer nap than intended.

I am letting Sassy up, often, lately.  She tucks in and sleeps fairly well.  Does she leave and return, at times?  I can't be sure.  I am pretty sure she does at night, but for naps I just haven't ever caught her leaving, or returning.  But that doesn't mean she doesn't.  I sleep solid when napping.