Click images for desktop size: "Halluci-Nation" by Theo Killjoy Not much going on.
It is the best of times. It is the worst of times.
Means situations normal. Hope and pain going side by side.
My job is terrible but I get paid and they keep the deal.
I thought that was all I really wanted. I was right.
I just want to live quiet and play with my puppy.
She's the most interesting thing in my life that I'm comfortable talking about.
When you do anything in this life except peacefully agree with everything you make enemies.
Enemies are not a bad thing to have.
Kiowas say you judge a mans power by the strength of his enemies.
I got creepy ones now I guess, which makes them easier to ignore.
I've been wrestling with Movable Type. I haven't converted everything over to it yet.
The WordPress export put this odd really ugly set of dashes at the end of every post! And if I could live with that, then, I can't get the fonts looking right in the Movable Type css.
It reads the same but it looks very different.
I figure that when thats the biggest worry I have, things are going okay. Especially when I know I'll figure it out soon enough.
I have to give more blood tomorrow and continue "The Treatment."
Aside from a few of the side effects, "The Treatment" doesn't bother me much anymore. Pain stops being pain after a while, same as pleasure centers get burned out so do the pain ones.
I got a gift today that touched me deeply.
Part of it was tremendously personal.
The other part was a St Francis Medal, a beautiful one.
All in all a pretty perfect gift.