After Midnight by Dorothy is playing as I start.

Nothing good comes after Midnight when you play the Devils game.

I wish I had inspired that lyric.

The Devils game, what a concept. There actually isn’t a devil. I wish people could understand that. 

It’s like INXS sang, the Devils inside, meaning we created the devil in order to not be responsible.

Oh, the devil made me do it.

Total bullshit.

We do have thoughts that aren’t ours, and demons do exist. No, Ozzy isn’t one of them.

No good love comes from pain.

I love the lyrics. 

No love can exist if one is in pain. One will always cast off that, which brings the pain. Meaning they don’t like it when they have to face the truth.

Might as well face it I’m addicted to love.

Thank you, Robert Palmer, and my playlist for the reminder.

It’s almost midnight.

I used to do everything after midnight.

Now I’m getting ready to go to bed.

Getting my thoughts out.

It’s the facts of my life, nothing more, nothing less.

However,  at times, I love to spend a day in the emotion of a memory.

I have so many to choose from.

Before I had this body, I just grabbed a body for whatever I needed to do.

I don’t like being trapped in one body.

Oh well, it is what is, and I can’t do a thing about it.

I accept the truth that this is my body, and I only get this one for several thousand years, and then I disappear.

It’s good that this is where you’re at.

Thank you. This was hard to admit, but I needed to do it, and I did it my way like Frank sang.

That you did.

I’m going to bed after that. My higher self says I’m doing good so I’m not going to fuck it up.