Oh, ouch.

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No, it doesn't hurt actually. I did end up staying up a bit later as getting those last chores done was like pulling teeth. And I woke early again, so I feel that rub of being tired. At least that is from natural causes and I will work to move beyond that. I often feel like a paraplegic adult (my mind) trying to get and keep the attention of a very scattered child (my body), then trying to get it to do a few simple things. My body, not because it means to, also tends to try and distract me, and is good at it. I am trying to add things to my daily routine anyway, which is succeeding. Brushing and gargling has been added to the morning and nightly chore list. I miss from time to time, but usually ding it. Weighing in, first thing, medicine, and then taking my blood pressure, are all roughly restarted and moving forward, jerkily. But sometimes, no matter what, just getting my act together to take out the trash, do dishes, or such, is nigh on impossible. Pushing through the nether, I suppose. Still, it is getting done. Just not in the time I would prefer.

I don't know what all is planned. I have to get the trash out shortly, and change the cat litter, possibly put out the recycling bin as well. I am set to take my friend out shooting today, check to see if the .357 is still in the display case, put the dishes to soak, and finish the laundry. I put the last load in the drier last night as a last thing. Bedding. Now would be a good time to change my bedding too, come to think of it. Yes, yes, I will keep trying. Wednesday is my next real shot at Mass. Lord knows I need it like a man who has been lost in the desert needs a water hole. Hmm, to that end, I should also pick up brown, black, good waterproofing polish, and a brush. Perhaps some cloths for polishing and whatever. A mechanic's pack would be good.

A couple of comments D.C. has made, I think, needed a minor response. While with me on the purchase of a new gun, it seems, I thought I should explain a bit more. Since I don't trust them not to, eventually, yank my cwp, I am going to buy the guns on my list, while I can. They have become uppermost until I have the range of firearms I want. My list includes a .357 and 9 mm handgun, a hunting rifle (preferably of the .308 variety), and a main battle rifle(preferably, again, a .308). I have spotted a possible .357 and .308 hunting rifle (I hope it hasn't sold, and I have to look at it first). I might be able to get those this month. That is why guns have preempted other buying.

As for women not liking men touching their feminine, absolutely. But sometimes you just do what you do and set their moaning and complaining aside. If you steal her gold though, mind you, you must repay her in silver and toss in a diamond on top of it. They are terribly efficient horse traders, if not good at knowing the man value of things, so it works. You can't go to far so as to preempt her position or she will try to dethrone you, it is an ugly affair, if women are terrible at war, so is man's capacity to truly damage a woman he loves, or even just a woman, if he is a good man. It is unnatural to war on women. So there are boundaries, but these are very flexible. I was probably short with my answer because I do pretty much any damn thing I want and let women hate it. But that is never free, either, as I suggested with the silver and gold. Siouxsie, again, has a song which indicates women's notion on men and lace, I'll put that up for you. (Yeah, I'm on a Siouxsie bender, hush!)

Confiscate my lace indeed.

Oh, and making a woman angry, while I pretend it is something that causes fear in me, it isn't true. An angry woman is both a happy woman and... in the bag. It helps with her need for drama, as long as you reasonably attend it, but don't get lost in it! If you aren't pissing your woman off, something awful, and often, you aren't doing it right. Not that you have to really try. As a guy, to guys, I would suggest being honest. That will suffice. Women will, in part, always hate you just for the fact that you can get away with telling the truth. God knows, dearly, in the black pit that is sometimes my heart, I enjoy being told... "I... hate you!". Oh, baby, I know you do. I know it. Uhm yummy!

Here is one I had never heard before that I really enjoy. Just morning music though it reminds me of when I finally entered the Church I was called too. Though I knew this before too, when I realized some other things... like I have no right to be alive, statistically. Actually, I might say, I... can't be alive. Never... Mind...

Yeah, sure, I might be delusional. But are you sure you want to bet that way, mortaling?


Have a great day.