Awake, early.

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I think I went down aroud 17:30?  Give or take a half hour?  Woke up at 22:30.  Not because I was fully rested.  Debriding the leg wound doesn't hurt, at first.  The topical does it's job.  But, when that fails, it hurts.  Hmm, I may change appointments back to the morning.  Why?  It gives me all day up, or... more likely.

With a full day before me, the pain will come while I am awake.  It's only, say, a four to six, out of ten.  But it is a solid pain.  It will kick me out of sleep.  At least I did get fiver hours.  That helps.  Some.  I'll get a few painkillers in, and night medicine which I think I forgot too.  And, perhaps, after tinkering, looking, reading, writing, and listening, I might get on to bed.

Don't be angry, about me choosing not to be with a woman my age, or even close.  Or walking off.  Why should I.  No many should have to be a relationship without... getting what he wants out of it.  I know relationships, without the hope for more, are doomed at the starte.  And I've played that game more than you could imagine.  It's a good way to get poor, fast, and have absolutely nothing to show for it.

Women become more and more feral.  Men just want to walk off more and more.  It just won't work.  And, as for youger (American) women?  I can't afford them.  Women are expensive, more so if they start having children.  I can't afford, to be honest, to live in America.  Can any save the filthy rich (who don't even realize just how rich they are?).

Just because you spend hundreds of thousands of income a year doesn't mean you aren't filthy rich.  And the even richer, who live off their companies, businesses, partners, while holding billions but otherwise living like monks?  That... doesn't change the facts.  You have no idea what it is to have to hold your breath through half the months, hoping you... don't end up in the red for that or several months running, with mounting debt, and seeming no way out.

It amazes me how some people see what they want to see, which has nothing to do with truth.  The rich, women... especially those hitting the wall, even I have to be careful to look thrice, and again from time to time.  Some, hereabouts, think I am rich.  I suppose, from a family of six or ten, with one income, and very limited resources, it may seem so.  If, really, that is just an excuse to steal... not a truth.

I don't know.  What I do know is American women are priced out of the market.  Have voted for their equality in the workforce, and were used to crush men's incomes, and now to introduce replacements for both.  And... still don't get it.  What about can't be afforded, and won't be afforded even if possible if they have nothing to bring save their supposed equality, and potential to bankrupt a man in family courts?  Crazy.

Well, just... thinking out loud.  Yes, I felt the blast back from my last post.  I don't care.  Wanted to make things absolutely clear.  Oh... I brought home another burrito.  I am going to eat it.  Good evening, night, and probably, or maybe, goodnight before long as well.