In the past three days, I’ve been sleeping 16 hours to every 8 that I’m awake. My tonsils are still swollen and I sound like Fat Albert when I talk. The good news is that my throat is no longer sore.
I’m sick. I stayed home yesterday; today I came in just to catch up a little but now am getting ready to go home again. I caught this from Anna; I don’t know who she got it from but it’s a sore throat think with a little bit of snot and lots of general soreness. […]
In a shameless steal, I went to Keef’s blog and took this link and posted it here because it’s fucking hysterical. ——–
Mike’s at Mercy in Iowa City for three days of psych observation. He checked himself in. I haven’t talked to Joe about it much today but – Mike didn’t really want to go, yet he trusted his friends enough to do it for them. Joe, Jeremy, and Rosie took him up yesterday, and apparently it’s […]
Saturday night, I went to the Amma Auction with Anna. We ate good Indian food, had some lassis, and in general enjoyed ourselves thouroughly. Anna got three little statues (two Ganeshas and a Kali, I believe) and a 108-bead rudraksha mala blessed by Amma that she ended up giving to Mike the next day. I […]
Howdy, there, you half a foot of snow. Your timing a bit weird, you know. I’m all ready for spring and then you come along, white and fluffy and blindingly bright. Every time I looked outside yesterday you surprized me. You’re still coming down, aren’t you! You sneaky little monster, you. Because of you, it […]
Here’s a long-winded reply to a comment on yesterday’s blog. I thought about it a lot. Keef’s right, resentment is a cancer in a relationship. And while the tone of my blog was harsh, that’s how I speak in real life. I swear like a longshoreman, and my language is often harsh – generally for […]
The girls – Anna, Misty, Tahmi – talked me into disco nite tonight. We’ll be dressing up and dancing disco at the Red Rock. (Just a DJ, not a real band or anything.) If it wasn’t disco, I certainly wouldn’t go – but I do so love the disco. I plucked the hell out of […]
Housework, a website client, Satsang stuff… eek! I’m glad it’s spring or I’d be depressed with all the stuff I need to do.
If you’re going to have a houseguest, have one that cooks. One that cooks well.
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