Yeah?

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I believe my elders hated when we, as kids, said "yeah".  And we cared deeply enough to remember their umbrage and say yeah every chance we got, until they started to slip, then correct them.  Or... maybe that was just me?  Just chuckling about the simple evils of youth.  It's about as far as it went.  And only for those with powerplay minds or one too many pet peeves.

Dreams.  Ones who got away through no fault of ours.  One I met in some nowhere airport, both of us coming from and going to different points.  I remember her name, or close.  Such a freak, ugly, name for such a pretty woman, if I am not sure how to spell it. Phillamena?  How we ended up even meeting?  Then looking for a closet or bathroom to, well, do what we intended?  All but a home run, not from lack of effort.  Everything was battened down.  This was before security insanity, and foreign to boot.  It was just shut... because.  None of the kiosks were vacant or well enough enclosed.  Ran out of time.


There were two or three others that were dreamed about.  These are worse than nightmares.  Can never go back, gone.  The hunger that remains...  And, as with all dreams from reality... or to my understanding... I can't change the outcome.  It actually wasn't so bad this night.  The focus was what I did get.  Thing is, her especially, she has been drowning me in lust for the last week?  Off and on.  She was Oriental, a bit darker but not blackanese, petite, gorgeous.  At least she was as messed up by it as I was.

Blood sugar is still high, at 238.  BP is okay at 144/103 p. 83.  I'll have a mess of eggs in a bit, scrambled.  They aren't the best or the worst readings.  And I can't do much about them anyway.  Medicine, I think, for now until I get used to them again, are oppressive, crushing.  I've been on them nearly absolutely for a month and pretty well since I saw my local doc, if the start was bumpy.

A shower in a bit.  I'll try the new towels.  Should see if they are fully dry so to run them if needed while I do the other wake-up routines.  Then on to some work.  I have to push.

The return is back.  It doesn't seem rusty, if I haven't checked whether it works I did see how to open, close, and lock it.  The knives are in, and they are first run solid make.  Yeah, good call.  Life is good that way.  I best get some other returns ready.  And spearmint sure adds a nice boost to tea.  I don't want it every time, but it does exceedingly well as an occasional.  I am curious if peppermint tastes enough different to know?  I'll find out soon enough.

Later.