Y9 D99

Year nine, day ninety nine. The upside down day of the beast?

Prove to me,
that there's something after all this.
That when this meat machine decides to fail that there is a point.

The kid doesn't need eye surgery. Good news.

Her local optometrist exaggerated the urgency of the condition. At 1000 an eye, I can see why. But if I ever see him, he will need new eyes.

My sister should have known better. She knows why.

I fear sleeping sometimes. Because I fear I will never wake up. Is this why I can only get 4 hours of sleep a night? I survive on the bare minimum because I don't want the unknown?

It must be nice to be ignorant or to be able to follow the fantasy. But I say once more:

Prove it to me.

Brought the Astro-sonic up from the garage. 1967. Something older than me. It still works. Need to take the back off an re-solder some wires.

What happens next? Is there a next? Why is there a next? Why can't this be the all and not the start? Why do we delude ourselves into believing there is a next?

Florida is done. Sign off is achieved. They can piss right off.

One more week and I go away again.