Stress-related

And my jaw hurts, too. Not the bone part, but the joint where it connects. Kinda sore when I chew. I must be grinding my teeth at night. Probably stress-related.

You really don't.

My eyes hurt. Too much time staring at this damn computer, I reckon. That and television. Oddly enough, they hurt more when I close them.

I also got a mouth ulcer forming on the roof of my mouth. But you don't want to hear about that, now do you?

How about my sore neck and knees? Do you want to know about them?

Except for you...

Everybody in every world is stupid, inconsiderate, uncaring, unthinking, ignorant, and egotistical. Well, except for you, of course.

Sore nose

I have a zit on the inside of my nostril. What in Pétíso's name is that all about? I'm too old for this crap.

Unattended paint buckets

Eh. I guess I got bored with this blog thing. My mind wandered off and I forgot about it, day after day. I blame winter. I blame retirement. Same thing day after day after day.

And the paint buckets sit unattended in the kitchen.

Too much good stuff

Went out to lunch. Much too much food. I'm as stuffed as a cornish game hen. Appetizers really do me in. Cheese and bacon on half potatoes. Chicken wings. Onion rings. More onion rings. My gut is full. It was all good. A glance at donuts made me nauseous. Damn donuts.

no real mail

No mail. At least, nothing but those darn grocery store flyers. Why don't we get any real mail anymore?

Chores are a chore

Sometimes I wish I would get some massive repetitive injury so Vata has to sacrifice all of our animals just to keep me alive. And then I'd be all better and I wouldn't have to break up hay bales every morning. My back is killing me.

One of these days

I think we're going to have to go on a long drive. Need to get away for a couple days. Not even a daytrip down to Éíkızı can cure cabin fever. Maybe we'll go up to Mokarasalétu...

One of these days we need to get an rv.

Cure-all

Damn, I've got me a headache. Dehydration, I s'pose. But chemicals are the way to cure it. Gotta go to the coffee shop now....

It hurts

I've got a zit on my toe. Or maybe it's an ingrown hair. What's an ingrown hair look like? A red bump? Cuz that's what I got. My favorite pair of shoes pinches right there. It hurts.

Massive Conspiracy

It's all rather well and good for me to rant whatever come to mind--quite cathartic, actually--but why is nobody commenting? Why is nobody even reading it? Of all the people in all the worlds, why are none of them clicking the "next blog" button right when I publish my post? What are the odds of that? Blogger must be suppressing my blog. They're trying to keep me down. They aren't letting anybody else see my blog, much less comment on it. It's a massive conspiracy!!

And I'm still gonna git that shark.

cheese

I was up in Sémı‘ıréíso this morning looking for a shark at the pet stores. Unsuccessful.

But I stopped in at the Subway "restaurant" for lunch. I asked for a roast beef sandwich with cheddar cheese. The kid informed me that they "discontinued" cheddar cheese. What in Pétíso's name is that supposed to mean? Why the hell would would they stop serving cheddar? It's the single most popular cheese in the world!

The offered me pepper jack, provolone, and "american." I've had the american before. It tastes like plastic. I went with the pepper jack. Next time I'll have to try the provolone.

Waste

Computers are almost as big a waste of time as television is. Go read a book. Go ride a horse. Get off your duff, you dope.

Where's the sun??

Rana, take Your clouds away. This a desert. It's supposed to be sunny here. What's the point of retiring to the desert if You come along and make the day all gray and dreary? It's no fun to go outside. Inside is Vata and the home shopping channel.

Outside it is.

breakfast

I hate oatmeal. It turns my stomach something awful. I can barely force it down my throat.

Matter of fact, my throat still recoils at the thought of oatmeal and it's been an hour and a half since I ate that gloppy gunk.

Tomorrow, I'm making breakfast.

Shut yer trap

I've had it up to here with all this global warming bullcrap. Are we humans so full of pride and hubris to think that we can change the planet? Even if carbon whatsit in the air is rising, what's that to do with us? We're just a tiny cog in the machine called nature. The gods have it all under control. Trust them. Believe. And shut yer trap.