I never got there, of course, but that's pretty much par for the course. I never find a bathroom in any of those ramshackle houses that I explore in my dreams either.

I think that I'll start a new feature in nilknarf news: what is hurting me today, regarding physical ailments. Psychically, I don't think that I'll even go there.

Last night my back was bothering me a lot, my lower spine, which has been acquiescent for a while now. If I would turn wrong, I get this really impressive pain in my lower back. Really impressive.

So I tried not to do that, of course, and I also spent the day trying to not do anything to hurt myself.

And took fake tylenol.

So I'm better.

But.

Now my upper spine is killing me, probably because I've spent all day babying my lower spine and putting all of the work on my upper spine.

Yeah, I know the solution.

But quitting work is not an option right now, no it isn't.

Additionally:

I not only think that BasbyBush should be impeached, he should be drawn and quartered and spat upon and shat upon. He's a lying sonovabitch (no real reflection on his mother here) and there is no way that he should be in charge of anything. And yes, he should die for his negative actions upon our democracy.

Touting that fact that the unemployment is down (people have given up, gotten off unemployment) and that jobs are up (a measly 1000 jobs! When the economists say there should be 100,000.) he is trying to say that his tax policies have done well. Yeah, fuckhead, done well for your friends.

America is in danger of being taken over by the plutocrats.

Yeah, I know. Google it.

Writing any more might put me in a bad mood, so I'm gonna quit.