Another day provided by a god who is so forgiving that people will die because of the day. Whoa, that is negative. Sorry. But I drew no caricature of the big one, so I should be okay.
Damn, my brain is a mess. I went for a haircut, could not stand what little hair I had - tickled my neck. The point is that my ears/head are so sensitive that what used to bother but would then subside, now turns into a major mess and robs me of a whole bunch of sleep. It is 5:38 am and I have been awake from the headcrap since 3:45am. The barbershop is a noisy place with the noise next to my ears.
The worst thing that is about to happen is the confluence of my ears trying to max me out - with Marion and Mark coming in 2.5 weeks, followed by the likely appearance of Arron and Cathy, followed by my class reunion in Salina,KS to which I said I would go. Just a trip to the barbershop is really bad. Previously, my ears numbed out and I felt little while out and about. That has changed, Meinen Damen und Herren. I will just press on and try to get sleep, which is the key to everything. If I can sleep a fair amount I punch on through and think that I don't sound like a fooking idiot, debatable to say the least.
It has been a pleasure to whine with you this morning, Mr. Spudnut. I shall simply move along now, the show is over. Move along folks, the tragedy is past; the tow truck is here and needs some room to maneuver. Please folks, Move out of the way for the tow truck. Step back. BullHorn: STEP BACK OR I WILL USE THIS TASER AND I WILL CALL IN THE TEAR GAS. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING.
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