The right half of my head hurts with a self inflicted gum shot wound.
I bite my tongue way too often, mainly on the right side.
I was awake way too many hours last night.
Mainly because I ate one too many suppers.
The second very late supper was on the road and unfamiliar things. Hurtful things.
Yesterday was a good day in one aspect that I got to hear my son's voice very far away while he "gets" paid for camping in the cold outdoors. I miss his laughter. He didn't do any laughing yesterday with me.
I need to get moving. My stomach now hurts several hours later the opposite way, it is hungry.
I am debating when to eat my diner based grilled chicken sandwich. They are closed tomorrow, Sunday. I am hungry for it right now, but if I eat it now, say 1:30 PM on Saturday, that will make it be a longer time period before I could have another on Monday, AND due to someone else's plans for me it will be later on Monday, unless I decide to have one for breakfast. Decisions, decisions. Grilled Chicken Sandwich Delay Angst.
I was a good boy and helped someone maintain their secret identity. I can't tell you anymore than that, other than to say that I later jokingly attempted to blackmail that person for $1,000 to keep quiet. Hahahahehehehohoho-y, I am such a silly silly boy sometimes!
I have just been reading blogs and listening to the fan in my room. No news, no wikipedia, no enlightenment.
Oh, I just remembered that I am getting Shrimp and Crawfish Etouffee on Monday, never mind about the Grilled Chicken Sandwich of The Future, that will be more than enough to fill me up for the entire day, a huge portion of Cajun in Amarillo.
I have a sudden fascination with raccoons. I blame PBS for this.
How to get rich being a doctor: I read yesterday how an Englishman helped an African king heal from a stab wound. The grateful king gave him a coastal piece of property of 3,000 square miles.
I would like to stab the oral surgeon who messed up my mouth twenty years ago. I don't have 3,000 square miles of property to give away to hire an assassin. I am also not a king so I probably couldn't get away with it. It also probably violates my basic code of attempting to be the nicest person in the universe.
Now rotating my body 90 degrees to attain verticality and movement and nourishment. The dog just sneezed. He is now awake and will soon demand something soon. I need a pet raccoon that will feed itself. Or better yet, grill me a chicken sandwich. But I am not sure how well raccoons share food. That is probably not a likely scenario for at least another thousand to ten thousand years to have a docile raccoon who speaks sign language and is handy in the kitchen. It would probably be easier to achieve with a gorilla. I need a pet gorilla with grilling skills.
I suddenly realized and remembered two very important things: I will have to learn sign language AND raccoons do not have opposable thumbs.
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