OUCH!

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So that is how a square nail feels to be made?  Hammered.  Dreams, again, last night.  Pounding, fighting, ripping, and tearing.  Giants don't stand a chance, if the price is high.  Honestly, not sure how I am surviving.  The pressures, on my body.  Imagine every muscle group, some of your joints, even bones, hurting... for a week this has been happening.  I... shouldn't, but... I really enjoy it.  I was born for this.  And, truth told, as a master chief, I am no longer supposed to get my hands dirty.  Teach, they say.  So, when I can... just itch that scratch, and fix that problem, turn that wrench, grease that zerk, get it done!  Well, only, what I fix... ain't, technically, broken.  That IS my job.  :)  Beautiful.  As close as I get to it.

Still, it is wearing on me.  I need a shower.  I need food.  McDonalds,  last night.  Had to have something.  Can't cook, clean, or eat the low hanging fruit anymore.  Burned out on it.  Had to have something warm.  So hungry.  Meat.  So very hungry.  But hunger makes war much... easier.  For some of us, if we are well stocked, with extra to burn.  Blood sugar is a bit higher, at 172, for it.  But I had to eat.  Chia and a fatted coffee has been my food for the last few days.  Water besides.

Hell a thing.  Dishes are first on my list, then chores.  When I can wake, stand.  Gotta... get to those things.  Then a shower.  Gut is grumbling.  I'll have chia.  It's not much, but it is something.  Back to sour cream as the creamer.  If there is enough left?  Ugh.  Live mean, live mean.  So be it.  Later.