An interesting neurological question/observation: Just before I go to sleep, I yawn and stretch. When I stretch, I notice that my dominant arm and leg (right) flex, while the non-dominant extend. Well, this probably isn't unusual. However, I have seen the same thing happen with recently brain-damaged people, such as those with a serious head injury in a wreck. In that case, it is called "posturing". So, the obvious question is...am I brain-damaged? Well, that's not really the question. The question is why is there such a similarity?

I can't believe that I'm fifty-one years old and I just noticed that. Or that I'm still noticing shit like that when I'm this old.

I have been letting the vulgarity slip in again. I very seldom say "fuck" but I seem to use it a lot here. Is my alter-ego or subconscious or whatever a potty-mouth? I do use such language in extreme cases, such as last Friday when WIN95 screwed me up so royally. I reserve that right. Likewise when working on automobiles. And small appliances. And sometimes HTML. But not often.

I am worried that someone, after reading my journal, will think that I am a vulgar person, when I really am not. I have had people who work at the hospital with me express surprise at the language that I use here, for they know me in an entirely different way, under entirely different circumstances. The question remains: why do I allow myself to use vulgarity here when I don't in real life?

The answer is, once again,(Yes, we've been here before) I'm a-gonna stop it. I don't like it, I don't like the way that my words misrepresent me, and I feel bad about it. So I'm not gonna do it anymore.

Promise. Except for Extreme Circumstances which should not occur with any frequency.

However, I feel one coming up. I am now going to dump everything I have on Kspress.com and replace it with my new system. As I mentioned yesterday, please let me know if you see any fu... mistakes. OK, here I go...

OK, all done. I eliminated a lot of files that were either redundant or belonged with one of the first six generations of nilknarf and were discarded, but still on the server.

This is also going to complicate my daily routine. Whereas I usta have four files to alter in the same directory, I will have to travel to at least two directories, sometimes three. O'well, the price one pays for progress!

I'm also going to start attaching the current entry to the main menu; this is a trial: this is only a trial. Please let me know what you think of it...

I just got an email from Charles, pointing out that this is July, not May, as I originally headed this section. Well, hell, I LIKED May!

Nap. I really like naps, and I liked this one today. I got up way too early today, anxious to get the new site on-line and working, and by 12:00 I was totally out of it... which means nap time. So I slept uptil 17:00, and woke up with a hellacious headache which shows no sign of dissipating in spite of the OTC medication. I don't get headaches often, and I don't like them at all.

Karen and Lacee are going out to visit with Andy and Karla and Drew; I'm gonna have to make a trip somewhere to get cigarettes and coffee. Karen bought a coffee grinder about a month ago and it seems that I'm drinking more coffee than I ever have... and in the summertime, even. The problem is... I'm getting used to good coffee. In other words, the hospital coffee is not good coffee, and I can finally tell the difference.

This is not good. Hospital coffee is free, and it's all I can get when I'm at work...

More later probably... I have the feeling that I'm up for the duration here... back to work tomorrow night and all that...

It's about time to put this puppy to bed... I'm talking about this entry, not me. I think that I'll be up a while longer yet. I'm getting up at 05:30 with Karen; I'll make us some coffee, then I'm gonna catch me some bass out at Betsys' pond. Last chance, y'know...

After my Hypermart (Wal-mart) trip, (during which I also bought two half-gallons of ice cream... Rocky Road and Mint Chocolate Chip) I called JD and Tyler. Tyler is finally coming back this way, after a stop in Dallas. Right... I'll believe it when I see him!

I also called Mom... she'd had a wreck and totaled her car. She declared that she was not going to drive anymore, she doesn't believe that she's competent enough. She was never confident in her driving abilities... I taught her how to drive when I was about 20, she would've been about 50 then. She will be 80 in August; it's probably best that she not drive. She was uninjured in the wreck, but her car was totaled out. She thought that she had enough time to make a left turn but she didn't, and the guy that hit her slid on the wet pavement and couldn't stop. I am very glad that she's OK!

Nothing more tonight...