The second was on the 15th of November... in 1989 on that date I had my first coronary, the one that could have very easily laid me to rest. Not that any of the others couldn't've, but that was the first, and it has a very special place in my heart. Heh, for real, I still have the scars from that one.

Since then, of course, it's all been gravy. Stuff like that changes lives, or at least it did mine.

Back to what's been on my mind today, though. The holidays, spoken as an epithet. With a sneer.

The only thing that's really made "The Holidays" tolerable to me has been the gustatory delights, namely fudge and egg nog.

And in vast quantities, of course. Hey, it's only once a year, right?

And what's different about *this* f*&$^%#g year?

I'm diabetic, *that's* what's different.

And I've always been kinda grinchy anyway, even with the good stuff at hand. This year there will be no tempering of my ill-will towards mankind with sugar, no. None at all. And yes, possibly those around me will have to suffer, as they've suffered in the past. Unfortunately, they've never suffered silently, as you would think that they would learn from both their religion and their goodwill towards men. And they don't even have the good sense to suffer somewhere else, no, they do their suffering right in front of me. And then offer me fudge and egg nog.

Well, not this year, no, not this year.

Well, maybe just a little fudge, maybe a little glass of egg nog. Yes, thank you kindly.

No! No, I can't do things half-way. Gimmee the whole goddamned plate of fudge! Gimmee the whole quart of egg nog, and *ferget* that tiny glass, I want a 22 ouncer to drink my egg nog out of!

I've learned, the hard way, that I can't be moderate. I have to do things sll the way or not at all.

So I'm just gonna pass on the holidays this year. And nobody or nothing can change my mind.

OK, I got a crummy night's sleep last night, and not enough of that, even. And my grumpiness extended from yesterday into today and I can't seem to make it go away. And yes, I'm still taking my pills, yes I am.

And I got up late this morning, but not as late as I might have, 'cause I turned the alarm off instead of hitting the snoozebar the way I'm supposed to.

And I fiddled around until too late to eat a bowl of oatmeal.

And then there was work. Not a bad day, really, for a day at work. Plumb wore me out, as usual, but not as badly as some other recent days have.

21:55...
Lee Ann and Jody were supposed to come over tomorrow evening, but this time Lee Ann has bronchitis, poor girl. She sounded horrible on the phone and probably is feeling even worse than that. O'well, we'll get together sometime.

I got to talk to JD tonight for quite a while. He's really excited about their trip to Europe and about his new job. Go read his entries.

And tonight there's the annual meteor shower, and I can't remember the name of it right offhand and I'm too lazy to look it up 'cause it's already past my bedtime. But I'm gonna miss it, anyway. I went out with Brian a few minutes ago and showed him where the origin would be, but Matt got off work and pulled into the driveway about then, so I didn't get a chance to tell him much more about them.

Brian had his first day at school today and appeared to enjoy it. He does have a coupla classes with Patrick, so those teachers better be on their toes, heh.

Over and out.