Unfortunately, I've got things to do today, weather permitting. And some things to do that don't really depend on the weather... which is cloudy and cold-looking, although I haven't yet ventured outside, or turned on the TV to see what's going on...

I have noticed that the last few entries have ended with ... more later.... and then there hasn't been any more anyway. I also put *part I* on my notify list. I'll have to quit doing that unless I really mean it. Even though I mean it at the time, nothing interesting happens for the rest of the day, but nobody else knows that but me. So, maybe everybody else will think that there's interesting but secret stuff going on that I don't want to tell you about... no, y'all aren't that easily fooled, are ya?

Interesting dreams last night. I was at the top of a football stadium but inside and there were games going on on both sides, like a mirror image. I couldn't find my locker and I was the only naked person running around. And to get to the top of the stadium you had to ascend these really rickity stairs and do some running jumps over chasms and some other stuff. And there was a patient who was a mass murderer in a top bunk and we(?) had to get him back down to where the cops could arrest him since they couldn't get to the top and the guy weighed about 700 pounds and we had him restrained with leathers except for his right arm. And he had a butcher knife in his right hand so we couldn't get very close. I wanted to use some drugs on him but the doctor said that would be inhumane and against the Geneva Convention. He was very adamant about this so I made him take the top half of the litter and the murderer kept slashing him and finally cut his head off. Then I had to drag this guy the rest of the way down. The dream ended with me falling and this 700-pound guy on the litter falling on top of me.

There was a lot more about the football game but that's all faded now.

Well, anyway.... more later...*Grin*....

So There! Anyway, my hand is very sore today where the girl missed the vein the first time yesterday, with signs of infection. Having observed the skin cleansing and puncture, I know that her sterile technic was OK, so some damned germ must've floated in from somewhere. It doesn't appear to be too bad, and the redness that I noticed earlier is subsiding, so my body must be handling it without any intervention.

I went to BC/BS today and had lunch with Karen and Kim. It was pleasant, but the menu was not very good for a change. They usually have wonderful fattening things to eat there, but not today. BC/BS also has some of the, pardon the expression, fattest people working for them. I do believe that it's their cafeteria that's at fault, although I do admit that I might be wrong on this point. On the other hand, I've read that overweight people have low levels of self-esteem, and BC/BS policies seem to promote that, too. So maybe it's cause, cause and effect instead of just cause and effect. Or possible the higher-ups there promote the cafeteria because they feel guilty about other aspects of the work environment.

Or maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. I get all of my information second-hand, after all.

On my way to BC/BS I noticed that Fred Phelps' minions were picketing in front of Topeka High School. They must figger that it's a fag school or something, who knows what motivates them. As usual, I slowed down and saluted them with one finger. They deigned not to notice me, as usual. Being a THS graduate, I'm surprised that there wasn't some violence there. There was certainly violence for much lesser provocation when I was going to school there...

After eating with Karen and Kim, I did some running around, went to the carpet place, bought an electrical receptacle and some screws for the rental house, went over there and worked a while and went to the Bass Pro shop. There I picked up some additional tackle needed for the Lake Fork trip.

When I arrived home I had a very strange message on the answering machine from an old friend (female) of mine. She was obviously drunk mostly out of her mind and rambling incoherently. I haven't heard from her in a couple of years, and she has never called me before. I decided not to call her today but I will sometime before I leave for Texas. It is so sad to see someone with such a promising intellect waste herself. Alcohol is only part of her problem... much of it is psychiatric in nature. The drugs that her pshrink uses to alleviate her mental condition are not compatible with alcohol. But she forgets that sometimes...

I'm going to go start getting my tackle sorted out for the trip. More tomorrow.... O'yeah! It seems that the Open Pages ring is down again. You can use my backup until it's up again. My backup is missing a couple, not the most recent entry from before they went down.