A bit rough?

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In some unusual way, yes.  I got down at 19:15, exactly.  That is when I crawled in, covered over, and reached out to turn on the alarms and check the time.  Amazed I stayed up so long.  Like flying a plane in with two thirds a wing and no landing gear.  Didn't need the gear, I guess.  If I crashed, I didn't notice.  Which... means I crashed.  But well.

I woke at two.  Tried to stay in, down.  Made it to 2:48.  But... yes, that was it.  Though, with this early of a wake, I really wouldn't mind a nap, a long one, later.

I had some of the meatloaf for supper last night.  And, it's... meatloaf.  A reasonable source of protein, but I won't write home about it.  Still?  It's... better than I remember?  But, that is because my taste buds have changed.  I used to love milk, if raw milk, whole, even better?  But, this last time, drinking whole raw milk was like eating cardboard soup?  It just didn't... do anything for me.  My tastes have totally changed.  Even pizza just... doesn't do it.  But pasta dishes even less so.

Something changed.  I can eat those foods, have, do, for now.  But there is no pleasure in it.  That is actually what is missing.  My body isn't interested in the carbs, doesn't really use them.  Just the fats and proteins.  So I don't get that rush, or high, from eating carbs... cardboard... of taste and texture.  My last woman told me this, about her taste buds.  She must have become fat adapted, and didn't even realize it.

She was trying to do something, but I don't think she understood what that was, or even how to do it.  But, she got there, mostly.  I wonder if she is glad I saved her from vegetarianism?  That... would have been bad for her.  Of course, my heavier carbs weren't much better, if my meat focused meals were generally better.

More music.  Two new to me, one in a newer form.  Okay.  Someone is chattering back.  I don't, now, think they are trying to be cruel.  I wasn't sure, there for a bit.  I can't watch most of the vids from the most recent post.  Took the heart right out of me, but I did recognize the patterns.  Just couldn't tell if it was a stab at the heart, or a bleeding off of the wound, a kindness or cruelty.

These showed up last night.  But I just couldn't handle messing with more.  Almost buried the last musical post.  Decided to let it... be.  Not a step further, however.  This morning is time.  Good morning, or night, or whatever, wherever.