Totally remembering why I stopped taking the sleepy pills right now

Because I am extra tasty crispy fried right now. Got that “squashed flat” feeling, like I got run over by a cartpoon steamroller. I feel strange tingles in strange places. My whole body feels raw and sensitive. I am, of course, pretty dizzy, and it gets worse when I move my head, suggesting it’s an inner ear thing.

I probably have fluid in my ear from allergies.

Even when I take my Reactine Complete, those messed up sinuses of mine find a way to fuck me up.

As I suspected, the antibiotics I have been taking have had little effect on this thing on my right am – let’s call it The Boil. If anything, the damn thing has gotten worse.

I will show it to the doc when I see him Wednesday. Seems to me that gettign rid of this fucking thing will require something topical, like Trump jokes like a cream or salve.

It still looks very “angry”.

The words, they are coming very hard right now.

I wish I was too. Ha ha ha.

It’s very hard to stay focused on the task. My head is extrea floaty and it makes it hard to stay in any one place, mentally speaking.

As it is, I am going to have to do this blog entry in two parts, which I normally would never do on a Sunday.

But I really need to go back to sleep for a while and that will require a break. Right now it’s around 1:30. Hopefully I can complete this half of the entry by 2. Then I will nap for like, two hours, and get up at 4 to do Part 2 of this thing you’re reading.

We’re trying to get to Denny’s earlier than our usual somewhat sluggish 7:30 to 8 p,m so we will have more time to watch stuff after coming back to the apartment.

Which means less time for me to nap.

Hopefully, I will feel somewhat perkier after some more sleep. This whole mental fog bullshit is really becoming a pain in the ass.

And not the fun kind, either.

150 words to go. I can do this. I have to do this. For the crown. For the Queen. FOR FREEEEEEDOM! Guitar solo!

Man do I need that sleep.

Not much to report re : what I have instead of a life. Shadow of War continues to be an excellent game, which is good. I finally got to the free-roaming part and I am loving it. Just wandering around killing orcs ad doing side-quests and having fun.

One thing that impresses me about the game is that you have lost none of your powers from the previous game. They totally did not go the cheap way a lot of games do and have the character lose everything so they can start at the bottom again.

Nope! I can do all the cool shit from the previous game. Fucking A.

Time for me to lapse back into my coma.

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I feel even worse than before. Probably because I am less numb.

Now I have a massive headache. Alleve took some of the edge off ti but it’s still painful as fuck. I feel a little nauseous and/or heat-sick.

It can be hard to tell the difference sometimes.

I have a lot of trouble concentrating. I am definitely not firing on all cylinders right now. I feel dopey and grump and probably need to see a doc.

Dwarf joke. Ha ha ha.

I really don’t want to be trying to make the words happen right now, but I am running out of time. Like I said above, we are going to try to hit Denny’s earler than usual.

And I really, really don’t want to miss out on Denny’s AGAIN and have to get Joe todo my shopping for me AGAIN. So if at all possible, I am fucking going.

Might not be possible though. We will see how I feel around an hour from now. Perhaps by then I will have escaped this current boiling miasma of pain so I can feel somewhat homo sapiens again.

Italics are fun, aren’t they?

I am hydrating and I have the fan pointed at my head, so I am cooling myself off. That ought to help. Right now I feel stiflingly hot in my own skin.

Probably means my pores are clogged again. The cure for that would be a nice hot bath where I can give every inch of me a good hard exfoliating scrub.

Either that or spend time in a sauna. I think our building has one, but it’s small. So, probably not safe for enormous people with claustrophobia like myself.

That damned claustrophobia keeps tripping me up.

The great thing about a sauna is that it’s dry heat, which means that a) it doesn’t make me feel like I can’t breathe like wet heat does and b) the sweat vaporizes almost instantly, keeping you cool for as long as you keep hydrated.

No peeing in the sauna tho. Go make yellow snow.

I sometimes wonder how much of my background malaise is due to clogged pores. Perhaps if I learned how to clean them utterly with reltatively little effort, I would be a much healthier and even saner person.

As is, I muddle along, feeling too hot most of the time, or worse, feeling too hot on the inside and too cold on the outside.

Or vice versa, I suppose. Think I had that when I had the flu that one time.

See, this is why I want there to be such a thing as a human washing machine. I picture it as being like those sit-down showers they have for old people, except inside it there are water jets that can rotate and change their angle of spray and whatnot.

All thjat would be computer controlled, and intelligent, and all that, And the end result would be a very fresh and clean you and all you had to do was sit there.

That way, I could get very clean whenever I liked. And that would be often.

And I wouldn’t be at the mercy of my own lazy care either.

I am really unfit to be left in charge of myself.

I should call the Adult Services Office and report on myself.

I will get back to you on that.

And I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

Sleep’s been kicking my ass today. But in a good way.

See, I took my sleeping pill like a smart fox this morning, and it has opened the door wide for me to finally catch up with my sleep debt.

And the interest payments on that debt are killer.

So I have spent most of the last 12 hours asleep. Deeply asleep. The kind of sleep that is like a cross between a fever dream and the visions of a prophet all rolled up into all the fun and excitement of being in a coma.

The kind of sleep that leaves me so messed up when I wake up that I am not sure I would qualify as sentient. A huge part of this massive mind of mine is still offline and working on that sweet sweet REM, so there’s little more I can do but take care of my basic needs (food, toilet, reading) and then go the fuck back to bed.

Luckily, with each subsequent awakening. I get more of my brain’s CPU back as, I assume, the stack of missed REM sleep cycles gets smaller and takes up less room.

So right now, I am operating at about 70 percent capacity. I have more of my brain free than still blocked, but there’s still a considerable lag to my thoughts and it feels like part of my brain is still asleep.

This time, I will not wake the Dreamer. He needs this.

I’ve ordered some Indian food from the same place as last week, Karakoram. That’s a huge compliment coming from me. I normally would never order from the same place two weekends in a row.

Unless I really like their food. Ergo, Karakoram.

This time, however, I am ordering more food so that I don’t feel like I made a huge mistake by paying for delivery when that money could have gone to FOOD.

This time I am getting TWO orders of those amazing samosas plus an order of garlic naan. Take that, The Man!

As of this exact moment, it will be here in 47 minutes. Plenty of time for me to finish blogging and put some pants on.

I suppose I could do the “answer the door nude” thing that I understand is shockingly common. These days, any kind of delivery person ends up seeing a lot of naked people and their naked bits.

Porn must be at least be partly to blame. All those “I hope you wanted EXTRA SAUSAGE” scenarios probably a cumulative effect on the zeigeist.

People have beenmaking enjoyably lewd assumptions about delivery people ever since there have been delivery people. They are, after all, strangers who come to your house on demand, and that automatically puts you in the socially dominant position, and so some people start getting sexy ideas about them.

Hence all the “milkman” jokes of a previous era.

The reality, of course, is that these people are working for a living and have a tight schedule where the more delvieries they make, the more $ they make, and they are highly likely to want to stop for a quickie.

Some do, though, I am sure.

AAAaanyhow, that kind of add behavious is not for me. I don’t want any part of making someone’s evening worse.

Ergo, pants. Pants galore.

And probably a shirt.

In video game news, the big headline is that I bought Shadow of War, the sequel to a game I loved called Shadow of Mordor,

I didn’t even know the game existed until it popped up in a sale by Fanatical. And it was only twenty bucks, which is right in my price range and about a third of what it normally is without a sale.

I did a quick check on Steam and on Metacritic to see what people thought of the game, and in both places it got a high rating, so I pounced.

And then got a shock when it turbned out that the damned thing is 93 gigs in size and took 16 hours to download, PLUS I had to uninstall stuff to make room for it.

Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I have had to do that? Make room on the hard drive then wait 16 hours to play the thing?

At least twenty years!

Then, because of the sort of day I’ve been having, I didn’t end up actually trying it until late afternoon. There would have been no point in trying to play it when I was mentally handicapped by my sleep backlog.

And I probably should have waited longer as I only had the energy to make it through the intro bits to the game proper before having to go lay down again.

It seems pretty awesome so far, tho.

The other recent addition, that Assassin’s Creed Unity game I was talking about yesterday, wilkl have to go on the virtual shelf for now. The two games are too similar and I don’t want to learn two different control schemes and risk getting confused.

Plus, speaking of control, I have found that the game lags on me control-wise. Input and result can be as much as 5 seconds apart. Sometimes I can completely take my hands away for my keyboard and mnouse and my dude just keeps going.

Like he suddenly has his own ideas.

I dunno how to fix that. Probably by lowering my graphics settings, which would be super depressing because its Paris seems so very real now.

Oh well. I would rather have the controls work than have to deal with controls that bad.

I was warned that this was a notoriously bad port of a game to PC.

They were right.

:Luckily, it doesn’t matter because I didn’t pay for this one. Ubisoft gave it away for free for a while in honor of the Notre Dame fire because the game has Notre Dame in it.

I am really looking forward to that, given the game’s level of realism.

And it was big of Ubisoft to give away the game for free.

But I can back-burner it for now while I work on Shadow of War for now. A game in which the controls DO work.

Well, that’s my words. Right now, what I really want to do is stick my head in the fan and go back to sleep.

But I can’t do that until the food arrives.

Food then sleeping! I can hardly wait.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

Now where are those pants…