Tried to sleep longer.

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Got maybe another hour, hour and a half in?  Over my recent efforts.  Was able to stay awake just an hour or so longer.  Those don't always match, especially when my days and nights are circling the toilet.  Who... flushed!  Bah.  At least I wasn't in the shower?

Heating the oven, for another steak.  Best pull some out to thaw.  I seem to be eating well.  Two steaks out.  Then I'll fast a bit.  Steak must have helped?  Blood sugar is down to 140.  Yes, I needed food.  Right food.  I'll... keep at it.  Just tea and water?  No, I'll have corn and peas, with butter, along with the steak tonight.

The stories they tell.

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Sometimes... I almost suspect they do more than listen and regurgitate.

I hope not, in once sense.  Hope so, in another?  Stories, you know how they go.

Who's mocking me?

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Did laugh.  No choice, as I saw things.  But... yeah, kinda.

Been thinking.

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The bike, and myself, front over front.  I rolled... forward... three times.  He said I looked like a kid having a tantrum.  I... was infamous for that, as a toddler.  Or... so I have been told.  It fits.

The bike?  I don't know.  I'll ask more.  Thirty miles an hour?  Hmm.  I had imagined that I would have been flicked, sideways.  He says no.  I'm not sure.  Thirty is pretty slow for a bike and bigger rider to tumble?  The only thing I sort of think I might remember was feeling that the throttle was stuck, and that I wanted to find the breaks... front.  I felt stuck, trapped.

Someone saying something?

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Had to laugh.  Someone thinks they know something, and thinks they think something.  I won't say right or wrong, only... I... get their point.

It isn't just the women I have dated?  Hmm...  Had to laugh.

Putz!

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You heard me right.  Or... Merry Christmas!

Hmm?  Well, today is the first day of the rest... of the twelve days of Christmas.

And?  And, putz!  Oh, I suppose I should explain.  Since... most of you are non-trad.  :p  Oh, don't take it badly?  Or... do.  I'm good.

Putz, in traditions, and a foreign country, referred to visiting friends and family, in order to examine their nativity scenes.  Since I have no such thing, doubt if you do, or that I am invited for such, and couldn't go even if I was?  I'll just put up a link to a store which carries a collection of them.

I like the idea, just... don't... know how to make that work.  Bachelors just... don't... live such a life in which such things are possible.  It just isn't how reality works.  For many of us.  Those things are for when wives, and more families, exist.  Men suffer such things, it's... just the truth.  Still, I... do like the idea.

Here are a number of fine nativity scenes.  Merry Christmas, putz.  *grins*