Sleep, and food, and sleep!?

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So, how have YOU been.

Finally being able to sleep helped.  A few thumps from my ribs while sleeping, but pretty much good otherwise.  Upon waking a couple of hour or so ago, I took a shower, then back to bed for a bit.  I heated beef and beans, after stirring again.  Still quite tasty.  Unfortunately I may be headed right back to bed.  It is not the life anyone hopes for.  But I am pretty sure if I get through this a bit it will get better, for a while.

Hmm, it looks like I pissed off a whole peck of women.  And I feel really guilty, about like when I run through a swarm of bugs while driving.  The only difference is I don't need to scrub the gunk off my windows.  About the women who put up with violence?  They do it for love, they sacrifice.  For the family, for their children, for their husband, and even for themselves in the long run.  I do have some respect for that.  The others?  What about them, I went there.

I wonder if I might just be grumpy, in a foul mood.  But, no.  Not on this.  I've dealt with the issue in too many aspects of my life, with the exception of my own relationships.  As I said, I simply never felt the need to beat a woman, even when she seemed to want it.  I've had enough of violence and women aren't up to what I can give, most men aren't.  I don't need violence when forced to call bullshit on a woman or deal with her forms of childishness, and no woman has seen fit to try violence on me... more than once.  None of my women, alas at times, feared me either.  Angry as I get, howling at the moon, some of them just... giggled, or even swatted at my notions.  Sad but true, once they knew me well.  Women even enjoyed arguing with me, even the last if she didn't realize it.  What most of them realized was that they were safe to say anything to me.  If too, an ill spoken word would get a verbal retort that might well rip right through their body, mind, and right to their soul if they wanted to pursue something egregiously... like this discussion, and wouldn't let it go.  Oh yes, I did hear a yelp, but I think now it wasn't just one.  Lots of skulkers out in them thar bushes.  What is it they say about hollowpoints?  Through the bush, off the rock... nothing but mush.  I love twofers, but hundredfers?  Love 'em a million times more.  Love is not linear, you know.

Two hours up, with a micro-nap in there, give or take.  Bed time again, even so.  Man those meds kick my butt in the beginning.

Good night, again.