Sleep was good.

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Woke on a sour note.  It felt like a solid punch, solid enough to jar the liver.  Funky.  It was dulled by sleep, was a one time thing, and is sliding off the radar.  Aspirin may or may not be helping.  Other than that, life is peachy.  I am hoping to do a few things tonight.

Fasting blood sugar was 181, two hours later it was 177.  Go figure.  I do, sometimes, slightly cheat on my fast, heavy cream and tea or broth.  I had it yesterday.  Thought it might throw things off, but just the opposite.  I'll see about tonight.  A hundred point blood sugar drop, in eleven hours yesterday.  Crazy.

While I couldn't sleep last night, I... seemed to enter a dream, while wide awake.  It wasn't mine.  I can't be sure of anything, save that it was the dream of a woman.  If I don't know her, she knows me... or believes she does.  No matter what I might propose, appear to present, or else, it is things like this that create absolute distinctual contrast.  Women are so very... different.  It wasn't comfortable being in her head through her dream.  Her lipstick... says much.  I'm not... I don't understand most of the words.  A bit fearful to look them up.  As with the dream as well.

While I was wrestling with her... weird sexual social female angst, some thoughts I had bound and caged escaped.  The feminine can... distract.  I don't watch these shows, only getting bits and pieces from music and scene vids.  So... but, from the other night, to be a Judas, even rightly, has a price.  Odd that this would appear now.  So be it.

As I have written, fire being the key:

Sometimes...

It is what we see,

it is how we see, it is...

...all we see, and how!

Later.