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I woke in some distress this morning.  Even through the night I could tell something was awfully wrong.  Pains in my stomach, lower torso in general.  Something was very off.  Has an organ finally quit?  Bleeding or spillage of something unhappy?  Sure, being up long hours, then getting ready and out, to the butcher and store, and having to shove all the way... yeah.  But that shouldn't affect my stomach.  Then I remembered.  Yesterday morning I had an epic b.m.  I was nearly literally doing a crunch for between 45 and and hour yesterday.  Brutal.  I didn't know I had that kind of torso strength and endurance left to me.  Yep.  If something I have done was ever going to kill me, within the last five years, that was it.  So, now, my lower ribs to the top of my hip-bones all know they let a big one get away.  Oh, I should be careful.  Making myself laugh hurts.  But it hurts so good!

I don't mind pain, less when I can place the cause, even less if I agree with the reason.  For this, it's all good.  I think I ate too little for too long, then ate beans, burger, and cheese without anything to cut it for a couple of days, then stopped eating again.  Masticated glue, and a large bundle of it.  All I'm saying the more.

Shopping yesterday.  All the usuals.  Milk, butter, and now fruit.  Mostly citrus this time.  There are some... weird, orange like, fruits that...  I tried them several times back.  They taste like oranges used to, to my mind.  Fantastic.  Golden nuggets?  Something like that, I think.  Fuggly, but tasty.  Grapefruit, again.  If you don't like grapefruit, you probably have never peeled it then peeled the sections themselves.  Divine fruit, at least that way.  Still, from time to time, I like the bitter.  Keeps my force in alignment, and when I need a sour look, I have a memory to focus the need upon.  :p

I forgot to pay for the beef, and hog, too!  I just ran out of my mind.  The stomach had worn me, the extra effort of being out and about, and I am still running eighteen to twenty two hour days.  Brutal, but beautiful.  I love it when I, for me, can hit the limits then keep going.  Oh, I'll fail.  I won't get it all, hit every ball, make every base, succeed on every steal... but I'll play my heart out.  And I am.  So, today, I need to call, a bit later, to find the best time to bring payment by... today, tomorrow, at his discretion.  It's good to have these things done.  Oh, and I need to ponder whether another freezer is needed.  I am thinking it is.  Maybe a stand up this time, even if a lot spendier.  Bleh.

Well... Off with their heads!  Uhrm, wait.  That isn't my line.  The mind whirls as I wake.  Anywhile.  Later, and good day.