Journal Entry
It was a long night again, but not nearly as bad as I had feared. For one thing, my favorite nurse was working... there were no major crises, nobody died...
But I still had to be there all night long...
And again, I got up an hour or two earlier than I had planned; my body must be telling me that it only needs five hours of sleep a day...
My body has betrayed me before, though... betrayed me badly, lied to me, let me down...
But I still like having a body. Gee, without it, I'd be nothing!
I haven't mentioned Kim here for a while, she's been keeping quiet around me for some reason or another... but she told me last night that she reads this journal every day now. Which is kinda ironic, in a way, because Karen is blocked from reading it at work.
So I do hope that the rest of my readers understand why I have quit elucidating on the orgies that Karen and I have...
But... she and Steve seem to have gone back to the same old pattern. She mentioned that some fat SOB (her words, not mine) who is a friend of St eves, has really got her pissed off by passing on information that he should have kept to himself. The veracity of that information was not mentioned, however...
Well, hey! I'm a damned vet! So why not?
Well, gee, Doug, asking someone to honor you is a bit egotistical, isn't it?
Well, yes it is. I'm glad that you brought that up.
I really have nothing against vets, being one myself. There are an awfully lot of vets out there, some of them brought honor to their country, some didn't.
But honor is an individual thing... and I kinda resent any group jumping up and down saying, "Honor me! Honor me!" In fact, I think that such activity is... well, dishonorable. And crass. And I keep thinking, "Hmmm, after they're honored enough, then they'll ask for a handout..."
Whoops! Too late! They already have! O'wait... they must want more.
Sometimes I have a great deal of trouble separating my cynicism from reality... they seem to match up rather closely in a number of places.
And even after my plea for people to write to me and tell me "Yes! Yes! Bring back the daily picture! We like to look at you!" nobody wrote. My sadness and disappointment are increasing rapidly.
Now that that's been said, nobody can write. I don't want to hear it after you've been prompted, it doesn't count. I wanted to hear what was in your hearts about the subject, and I've heard.
In spite of that, I'll probably still post some pictures. Hah!
Goofiness is on the increase. Time for bed, sleep...
More tomorrow...