Wrapping up my wake period kind of writing
November is gonna be tight for me fiscally, just a little over 300 available credit for about 3 weeks, I check before making any purchase decisions and seeing it down so low immediately makes me want to sleep, November has to be spent sleeping more than anything else.
I need to track down when my last meds was gotten so I can get more exactly a month later, for those blue pills are the stuff that knocks me out, I know they aren't healthy, every time I mention them I face concerned consternation, but this is how I see it
Long life with insomnia or short life with sound sleep every day or night, I will always pick the latter. As the former would be maximalizing a hellish state, although if physical fatigue could be dealt with a lot of reading could be done on a 22 hours a day basis, yeah now that's a fantasy scenario for me, but the unrealistic nature of it creates an empty feeling, like it should be for a person getting close to 50 yrs old and daydreaming like a 15 yrs old is gonna be like wolfing down cotton candy right after recuperating from a stroke. In a mental way, you got to be sophisticated and familiarize yourself with the inconceivable, toil away at befuddling material for months and years of concentrated daily toil, and then with anything that personally matters, it becomes like a lone mighty redwood in the forest where all the other trees went on vacation.
Later folks ☮
I need to track down when my last meds was gotten so I can get more exactly a month later, for those blue pills are the stuff that knocks me out, I know they aren't healthy, every time I mention them I face concerned consternation, but this is how I see it
Long life with insomnia or short life with sound sleep every day or night, I will always pick the latter. As the former would be maximalizing a hellish state, although if physical fatigue could be dealt with a lot of reading could be done on a 22 hours a day basis, yeah now that's a fantasy scenario for me, but the unrealistic nature of it creates an empty feeling, like it should be for a person getting close to 50 yrs old and daydreaming like a 15 yrs old is gonna be like wolfing down cotton candy right after recuperating from a stroke. In a mental way, you got to be sophisticated and familiarize yourself with the inconceivable, toil away at befuddling material for months and years of concentrated daily toil, and then with anything that personally matters, it becomes like a lone mighty redwood in the forest where all the other trees went on vacation.
Later folks ☮
46-50, M