Awake yet.

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I wanted to sleep a long time ago.  It just wasn't 'doing'.  Even with ac's running, fans going, and everything set, currently, to optimal cooling, it is still 77 in this front room.  Outdoors is 67, and that only because a storm moved in?  Or... maybe that kept it warmer.  Sometimes it can do that, too.

I have the fan blowing right on me.  It actually makes it feel chill, but not really be cold.  Odd how that works.

I wanted more of the polish sausages.  So did heat up four, with the last of the higher fiber bread.  Not super, could only really eat two of them that ways.  Bleh.  Still hungry, so am finally making canned chili bean... something... actual chili?  But, with a bit extra water, so it doesn't burn.  Then adding the remaining two sausages, which had been slightly crisped.  Not blackened, this time.  Just... crisped.  Is burning them really bad for you?  Dunno, I just... have decided that a gentle browning, done through, is better.

Day dreams, of a particular woman, had me reset a recent post.  I think it fits better, with what I saw, heard, dreamed, and remember.  Are women devils, sorts of them?  Oh?  Don't... ask me, ask them.  *enlarging grin*  Me?  I... suspect.  But that's just for me.  Besides, wouldn't it take one to know one?  So?  Why would I ever tell?  *grins*

Hoping this pot of beans and polishes will cover the hunger, and taste good enough to do the trick.  No bread left, which is probably a good thing.

I have looked up the honey patch medicine for the wound.  I've reviewed it before.  It's slightly acidic.  With the sound being a bit painful to the touch, I see why they are using it.  That, though too, is why it can be painful.  They recommend using that if it causes pain.  But that doesn't seem to be a contradiction, just a comfort thing.  So I will work past it.  It's only when it is fresh that it hurts, for me.  The first two to six hours.

So, I'll, as mentioned, continue to use it.  I wondered about infection, myself.  So, I'll... go there, do that.  It's only used for two weeks at a time, according to the data I could find.  So I only have three changes, the short period after it, to endure that.  And, I have some hope it will manage any potential infection.

Other things were bumped into, which had been on my curiosity lists.  Including pink psychosis, and the differing nature of it.  Oh, I... figured it was more common than suggested.  More, that "therapists" won't call that on women.  Especially because of their own failures (male or female), or even fetishistic nature of the whole thing?  Men and women "therapists" are very subject to these forces.  The women are slightly... made more masculine by the pseudo science of it.  Which is a problem all it's own.  But it skews their reactions, natural ones.

Yea, I do laugh at many things.  When women follow in men's footprints, even in false professions, they... don't keep their femininity.  They become more masculine.  Never enough to become real men, just enough to think they... have competency, which they often don't actually have.  Saw it in engineering, medicine, "phycology and psychiatry", among others.  I call them little men.  Either taking a mix of the worst traits of the feminine, only amplified, or the worst traits of the masculine, only reduced, or sometimes some odd mix of the two.  What is hilarious is when one of those gets pregnant.  Psychopathy made manifest indeed.

Well, it looks like the beans and polishes should be ready.

I will see if I can stay up long enough to make a call.  And... decide what else I can do, today or tomorrow.  Or... next week.  It's still a rough day.  All I can do is try, pray, eat if possible, and sort as I may.  Good morning and day.  Later... or not.