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Some things worse. I was hoping I would wake up and just think, nah. And nah, but not to going, to not going. Not tonight, of course. But, tomorrow, sure.
I finally got to sleep. And slept well for a while. Would still be sleeping, but a neighbor who is helping me with a will, called. A copy! I can work on that, rework any numbers, be more exacting. There can be numbers, but percentages are best, with limits and maximums?
From funeral expenses to fees for this and that, some things need to be considered. As well, I have exceptions for pretty much everyone. If the living just dump me in a hole (which is fine with me), they get what they get. Possibly nothing. While some orgs and such have cut their own throats chasing every penny, and dating Leroy? Some might have poor thoughts, but do right work. It might end up going all to a single charity, pro-life, which actually helps women bear, then adopt out, children. As in provides a place to live, and feeds them rightly, possibly even tries to get them and the father to do the right thing. I hope they do that, but if all they do is the rest... it's enough.
I just have to go through it, consider things, decide the cuts, and such. I had thought to not write the exceptions, so that people would just, if they fucked around, find out. But... I hate that passive aggressive pansy shit. I am going to write it right out. They will know what is expected of them, or why not.
It... behooves them to... help with some things. To do this, or that, be here, or there. And, to realize, if I am stuck, they are too.
I have a surprisingly reasonable little store of wealth, given the givens. Not a billion, or million, but a nice little bit. It may have to be teased out, improved, but... it's not too bad. Even just plunked, it... wouldn't be bad at all, for a day's work. Still, if I die stuck, and no one can pay a visit? A charity will be nicely enriched. Always lose some money, in the processes, especially as simple receivers. But... should help.
I really had thought to be tricky, but no. I may even leave room for a two way, one person, business class ticket, or two. Just in good faith. Barring that, nothing. I don't really mind either way. Most of my family isn't... really... that kind of family.
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I can hope the ER is short, but doubt it. They take their time, but too, some things take time. It's about billing minutes for them, too. They don't like certain folk, if they are learning to like some pay over nothing? But... not the patients, necessarily. I have a bad reputation with doctors. I don't take what they offer, painpills to statins. Refuse anything, until I have looked it over, if probably not even then. At least I take antibiotics. I don't like them, but for what probably ails me, sure. And since I take them to completion, I don't worry about messing those up, even when I really stop wanting to continue. I want them to do what is needed, anyway, fullstop.
Oh, as well, that cut on the finger? I planned to ignore it, but, since I will be there, I may have them look that over. Three inches long, an half inch deep? Stitches might be wise. But stitches that just go away. Since they don't do follow-ups, and I can't easily get to a doctor otherwise, I just want stitches that fade or can be pulled out by me. I don't want to depend on an undependable medical system, at this point. Make as much of it diy as you can. Or I'll just skip treatment.
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On back to bed. I got night medicine in, plus vitamins and minerals. It's good to have some things going. I don't mind giving away a fortune, it won't do me any good. And this will help me keep government sobs from stealing even more of everything as I die. If the hope is to use the value of the place to slingshot me out to a more comfortable position elsewhere.
Living here, solo, by income and limits, has become too much. Hoping to find a slightly better, easier, life soon. Over there, or there, or maybe elsewhere. Just have to get things sorted. I'll tell you, I think they keep trying to introduce women. Whoever, however. They just don't get it. American women aren't raised to be wives, or mothers. They have nothing to offer, save maybe a second payday? I... don't want that.
Plus, the legal issues with marrying a women? I'm not going to offer an American the chance to take half of the equity in my house for a year of sex. Or four. And have to fight with her at every turn. American women have no interest in being a good or right women, and serious payoffs for malicious behaviors which all women are prone to have anyway. Add a payoff, and divorce is all but guaranteed. They don't cook, they don't clean, they don't have children. And they still steal your side of the bed and the blankets. Plus, they have in-laws, who are often outlaws these days.
No. If she is far wealthier, wants children, can have and will have them, doesn't have any already, and is reasonably younger and good looking? But I can't afford some richy miss muffin, in any way. She'd have to have more to lose than I, and by far. And something worth giving, some reasonable youth before she has become bitter, and a lively functioning womb.
But, if she has to work for that? Say as a doctor? No. She will always be married to her practice. Women are beholden to who writes their checks, not with whom they sleep with even if it is for more than recreation. But, I've done a debutant. Not... sure I'd want to mess with that special case of psycho again either. *grins* No, I just don't think an American woman would do. But they have hundreds of thousands to choose from, and of their real peer sort.
Not sure why they keep insinuating. No. The answer, always, for an American woman, is no. Better to be dead, than American wed. Though, even if I found a Filipina, I wouldn't marry her in her nation, nor live in her country. That could end up as bad as in the states. *grins* No. NO! Go find some other ineligible bachelor. :p
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I suppose I should feed Sassaronemous before she gets fussy beyond control. I do love the little dearheart, so don't mind. Good evening and goodnight... or pretty soon? Bleh. Or just later? I can't quite be certain? Hmm... would like to be up to feed Sassy again, in a few hours. Yea, maybe. Later though? Bleh.
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