Rough night.

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Well, part of it.  I woke up around two?  Every single thing that has been turned, twisted, cut, ripped, torn, or otherwise ill treated woke up and cried out, all at once.  I... wanted to cry.  I just... usually... can't.  Last night was no different.  I simply could not cry.  I could only ache, rock myself, and wait for it all to pass.

It did, after some time.  Mostly.  But I ached the rest of the night, sort of by groups.  Milder, but... some thing(s) hurt all through the rest of the night.  All good.  Healing process?  Who knows.

Having coffee first thing.  Chatting with a friend, about what he might like.  I owe him a small favor, so am discussing how to cover that.  Sometimes I can be useful, for advice.  But... I won't make another man's mind up for him.  Just... offer and let him choose.  Less so a woman.  Thankfully, he isn't a woman.  :p

I don't hate women, I just... don't... like how they decide most things.  Or being involved.  From what I have seen, they start with how things feel, then go south from there.  Men, even younger men, will... sometimes listen.  May ignore, but... they will look at why you suggest something.  Ugh.  Sometimes.  Minus the decade(s), minus the input capactiance.

Anyway, so I am working that as I get ready for my day.  Tried to start the day earlier.  Set the alarms for four and six.  Didn't make it out until seven thirty?  Running late and slow, but... working on it.  Good day.