dang it

With the series of random blah, I hope that I do not, indeed have diabetes. I will die, as ... well, I have a protein-poor diet and that is something that you need to do well with diabetes -- protein. I don't like meat, so I guess peanut butter will be my friend for a long, long time.

Systemic spin

I remember I had an allergic reaction to a medicine in hospital, oh ... around 1980 or so. I remember feeling of tumbling head over foot while lying flat, as I was on the bed.

Now, still a bit queasy and still digesting dinner ... rather like have spun in circles on a merry-go-round
the brain fluid flushed into other parts needing to pool regularly into order, but still not there yet, much like vertigo while sitting or just being. If I can clear my nose and eustasian tubes, I'll get clearer, faster.

Why would anyone take drugs? I certainly don't like this. I understand that people coming down from drugs feel so bad, they race to get drugs again.

Hangovers are worse, but this feels like crap.
Seasonal, I hope.

Stab it with their stealy knives

but they could not kill the beast (sleeplessness). I get notices that I owe and notices that I paid. I'm still under but getting closer to treading the water.

Little phrases are swirling in my head -- it is uncomfortable.

For a sidetrack, I think I bottomed out on my sugar level today while driving ... dizzy ... whoa!
I got dizzy for 60-130 seconds, then slowly got right. The old liver still works, thank you God! That happens when you skip out on eating for a while ... DOH! "[my name] needs food, badly!" +
"Please, don't shoot food."

The cigarettes at work didn't help any either. He-ad ache, slow, nose closed off, thirst, nausea. To think of the number of jobs where I was constantly exposed to that crap -- now, I can't deal with it hardly.

+ video/arcade game Gauntlet

The interview request

a Nutter Butter place emailed about "interview" for the night shift, wtih Kevin Ferguson ... or, uh, I mean, the evening/night shift. Hmmm nights, all nights ... how many nights?

What's the friggin' cost?

I mean, what's the friggin' pay? Oh, dear, dear, dear ... that didn't come out right, but that's what I want to know. How much, how often, do you prefer a hard or soft soled shoe? No, it isn't a pet shop, nor would I be a Pet Shop Boy, not for a day. I wouldn't be James Cameron, but an assistant

and it wouldn't be movies,

and it wouldn't be famous,

and it wouldn't be ... I don't know. How could I? I'll have a meeting with the Bobs and get back to you.

"You've been doing your homework"

How often do you hear that at your job? I got that today. I guess it's nice that someone noticed that I was, indeed, remembering and doing my homework. Sadly ... it never really ends.

fines keeper

My nephew didn't pay a ticket, got a second -- lost his license.

The lesson here: pay your ticket. If you spend you money on cigarettes and alcohol and don't pay your fine, no one can help you with your stupidity.

Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?

No, I'm not going to into a Tina Tuner song, complete with the hair, but rather introduce the concept of pain.

What hurts, rejection (I've been there often) or rejecting? I'd have to say being shot down sucks cadaver navel lint, but having to reject or dump another person who hasn't "done" anything to you, is like procology on King Kong. There's no easy way to do it, but just climb in and wade through, or perhaps self-urethra flushing and inspection.

I truly fear saying, "Uh ... I, er ... there's no good way to say this, 'don't want to date you".
Damn!