Made it up to my mom's yesterday and took her out to Chilli's. That's fancy up-town stuff for my mom, living in Reno. Picked her up at the emergency room, next to which there is a helicopter landing pad. I'll take Reno over Vegas any day but it's still a weird town. The hospitals are packed and there are smokes for sale in casino vending ( Read more... )

Off to visit my mom for a couple days. She's at the hospital until about 2. They're taking taking the tube out of Perry's throat today in an effort to try and bring him out of his coma. I'm afraid my mother has a false sense of hope because she sounded too "up" yesterday. But who am I to say that. Also, I'm suspicious that doctors may be ( Read more... )

I compartmentalize and close at the end of the evening ( Read more... )

Okay, so 1/12th the year is done and I've barely put a dent in my annual list of five goals. Thinking I need to free up some time, go back to working just five days a week. Which probably means finally nixing the bookstore after five years. It has me feeling a little conflicted. But I've got to make the maximum amount a scrilla for my time at ( Read more... )

Tonight I busted out the Ajax and scoured my kitchen sink back to its original glistening white glory of several months ago. After that I hit the blue and peach tile with a bottle Tilex. The new brushed-steel Cuisinart programable is now loaded up with Dark French Roast and a fresh box of Trader Joe's Muesli cereal is waiting on top of the fridge ( Read more... )

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One out of every three Americans is suffering from some form of mental
illness. Think of two of your best friends. If they are OK, then it
must be you. - George Carlin

Well my first attempt at NaNoWrimo, or NoNoWino as I call it was a smashing, if not exhausting success. I finished my first attempt at a rough draft of a 50,000 word story around 10 am on the last day of the month. I even took a fancy picture of myself looking smart http://www.myspace.com/ ( Read more... )

My brother in-law, Bob, is lying in a hospital bed dying. He can't walk more than a few steps and he needs help doing basic things like going to the bathroom. All his internal organs are failing. He's had jobs spraying pesticides, smoked all his life. There's a history of drug addiction. He's on 25 different meds. My Pop is trying to ( Read more... )

I have to start looking for another job. Christ. What a load of steaming catshit. It always arrives, on way or another at every place I've worked. You know when you've got a good run going of comfortable work, a nice rhythm of punching the clock and paying the bills off that it will end. Something will happen or some cocksucker will come along ( Read more... )