Bedtime.

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While it is only just now hitting 17:06, by my clock and watch, it is bedtime.  Getting up wasn't a problem.  Showering wasn't too bad.  Running around a bit was good.  It's just business.  Business eats the heart out of me, for whatever reason.  Still, all good.  Win, lose, or draw, I put in my bid, had a friend there just to... track the event, so have made my offer, taken my chance.  Might not be a way through, but I... have made an attempt.

Chocolate covered nuts, ding dongs, and cinnamon buns have gone down.  Something about... betting the bank, risking loss, even if with a good chance of winning, creates a hunger that is intense.  I have a bit left for tomorrow.  Though, I realized I overdid it, so gave some of it away.  That... was difficult, but I knew better than to take it all.  Should have given some more away.  It is what it is.

I have another group of cinnamon rolls, then some raspberry rolls of an otherwise similar sort.  Good heated, in the oven, then covered in butter.

Oh... waterpills were here, when I checked the post.  I just need to figure out where I put them, then get some of them down.  I have two pee jugs up there, and may end up filling them both.  I have a lot of fluid in me.  My legs are like logs, my feet are very big, my torso is full too.  I'll... have to... hit that a bit hard, these next few days.

My feet are so sore, as if they had been put over a fire.  The skin, in some places, is breaking.  I really need to get the swelling down, before the wound reappears.  Ugh.

Still, it was good to get out.  And I bought some good things, from the grocery store.  Lettuce, romaine mostly, with some spinach and mushrooms.  Steak and chops will go well on that.  With or without dressing.  Ugh.

On to bed.  So exhausted.  Still hungry as a bear, but too tired to eat more, or fiture out what to eat even.  Sleep well.  Good night.