I'm gonna stop talking about not being able to get up in the mornings, and maybe that problem'll stop, heh. Interesting day at work again. And, as usual, I can't really talk about it, but dammit, it is a hard cruel world. Sometimes I think that I'm the only really happy guy in the world, and I'm wondering when that axe is a-gonna fall on my toe.... And I'm pretty amazed that I can remain happy, because I do have an acute eye for the misery that surrounds me... surrounds all of us... and I'm a known cynic. (Really? No! You don't say!) Today's picture is of Qvacker and Lacee and Patrick and me, not necessarily in that order. Yeah, it's stupid. No, it's not as stupid as the picture of me with a real live turtle on my head, but it's close. Qvacker quacks several songs if manipulated correctly. Nice day today, and I came home thinking that I would get some yard work done, but it was not to be. By the time I get home, I am ready to chill. As in, sit and do nothing. Well, hell, I've been working hard all day, after all... but I still feel guilty. And yeah, I usta be able to work all day and then come home and work some more, Patrick stayed over here, thinking that he was gonna help us do some yard work, but since I didn't, he didn't either. I must admit, I didn't try very hard to motivate him, since I couldn't even motivate myself... so we all watched the movie. And... I've decided that I'm gonna stop drinking whisky again. It's getting to be a habit, and even though it's one that I enjoy, or maybe because of that, I'm starting to get uncomfortable with it. And it's been a long, long time since I stopped completely, and I haven't been legally intoxicated since then, but still... yeah, I'm getting scared of it again. So I need to prove to myself all over again that it's not something that I need. And, after a coupla months, I will have proved that, and I will probably go back to drinking a shot or two. That's the way it's worked for the last coupla-five years, anyway. Someday I need to write an essay on drinking and how it's affected my life. It's kinda like I need to test my will occasionally. It's been maybe two months since I started again, and, as usual, I've enjoyed it. But there's something that still lurks in my mind, something that says, "There lies madness!" and I see that truth. But I also see the truth... that I am a different man, different than the man who used alcohol to change his perceptions, to try to change his world. I approach life and alcohol with a different sense of being now... well, like I said, I need to write about this more fully sometime, but not tonight. Ah, I have forgotten the war. Um, we won, surprise, surprise. Saddam is... uh, dead, or somewhere. Probably smoking opium with... Osama? Somewhere. What happened to his doubles? His doubles? What's happened to Cheney's doubles? And BabyBushs? Doubles? Excellent plot and special effects. Travolta continues to impress me, which is not especially to his credit, for I know nothing about movies or actors, I just know what I like, and I've never seen him act badly. Well, no, what I *really* liked was the female, Halle Berre or whatever her name is. She is cool, cool beyond words. In the Mail: On the shelf:
but I can't seem to do that any more.
