Gabby

Gabby is the chocolate lab that we semi-rescued from down the street. We got her on Sunday night. She's spent 6 years chained to a crappy plastic doghouse, a few years of that, in the mud. Never had a bath. Yesterday was her first vet trip ever..and boy did it show. All shots, possible ear mites, and heartworm. Poor thing.

I just hope the heartworm treatment doesn't kill her. It's a newer treatment and isn't as dangerous as the old one (IIRC, the old one used arsenic), but it's still pretty dangerous.

As you have probably figured, this dog (being an outside dog it's entire life) has never been housebroken or trained at all. Considering all of that, she's doing fine. I'm crate training and she hasn't had a chance to have an "accident". She's starting to learn to walk like a civilized dog and generally just calming down a bit now that she's getting walked several times a day (including a long walk in the evening).

The only real problem we've had is that (being an only dog) she doesn't like to share her toys. We are making some progress there. We went from fights over toys the first two days to her and Amber taking turns (with some prompting from me) with Gabby's favorite (and Amber's second favorite) toy without so much as a growl.

I never realized just how different chocolate labs are from yellows and blacks. Their eyes are different (shape, color), their head is a little different, even their demeanor is a bit different. It's almost a separate breed,.. so says the vet.

The other dogs are slowly warming up. they still aren't quite sure what to make of her. Buddy actually wants to play with her. Pup wants to co-exist peacefully (both fights were with Lil' Pup), and Amber wants the good-for-nothing, attention-stealing, master-hogging, toy thief gone,... she's just to nice to say it to her face. It's obvious Amber is somewhat concerned that she might lose her throne as daddy's princess.. wish I could tell her she has nothing to worry about.

Ketchup

No, not "ketchup", "catch up".. as in I went out to lunch with a co-worker/friend for the first time in many months. Did some real (as in more than 10 miles) riding, cleaned-up email, paid all the bills, digested the various processes and procedures for work the next few weekends, and a variety of other things.

May be going out with some newly made friends tonight. If not, then it's more studying for me and an early bed time since I've got to be up at 6am for a DR test.

I need to find a table and a pair of chairs (comfortable enough to sit in for several hours at a time) that I can put on the deck so I can work outside.

I'm still trying to get up to speed on the 1,000,001 little tidbits of information relating to flying. My only real weaknesses at this point are airpace - which sectionals and my GPS show me, and weather - which I need to learn for my next certificate, but for now it's not that critical since I'm doing all "fair weather" flying anyway.

I think next month I may take a lesson or two toward my next (instrument) rating so I can practice relevant skills while logging the necessary cross-country time. Hopefully by this time next year I'll have my instrument rating. Then it's just a bunch of studying to get my instructor rating.. which builds hours quickly. Once I have some hours in (500?), I can fly (cargo) boxes around and get paid for it. Yeah!

To Be Rich...

.. and I don't mean in any way other than monetary. Save all your "count your blessings" speeches. I count them every day and yes, I'm damn fortunate.. but what I'm talking about here is having money. I don't mean dirty-stinking-filthy-buy-a-50-caret-diamond-studded-24k-gold-ass-wipe-roll-holder-just-because -you-can rich, I mean having the money to follow your dreams and your obsessions (if you are, like me, the obsessive type).

I'm back into flying now, and I'm already beginning to remember why I walked away from it for a while (other than the heart surgery). It is expensive. Not super expensive, but in order to do any REAL flying - where you get to go away for more than a day, you need your own plane.

To make those trips with any level of comfort, you need a decent sized 4 seater, and a 6 seater isn't beyond reason (realize that just because there are that many seats, it doesn't mean you can carry that many adults AND full fuel tanks). We are talking between $75k and $125k for this kind of plane; and I don't mean new. I'm talking about a well-maintained 25-45 year old plane.

Frustrating! I've promised myself since I was 16 years old that this (my 35th year) would be the year that I own an airplane. All the planets came into alignment giving me both a well paying job and super low interest rates at the same time, in the correct year, and yet it still won't happen until at least next year. Did I mention that this is frustrating?

How nice would it be if, within reason, you could have what you want? I don't think I'd want it without a *small* amount of work, as it doesn't get appreciated. But somehow, some way, always being able to work it out. Want to tour the world on a motorcycle? Do it. Want to buy a plane so you can go where you want, when you want? Go for it! Want to join the peace corps and (hopefully) make a difference in the world, without losing everything you have? Sure, no problem.

Want degrees in archeology, anthropology, genealogy, and design so you can try your hand at breeding mini pink-polkadot dinosaurs? It's your dream baby, hell yeah!

Are y'all as restless as I am?

It's Dark In Here!

It seems that almost everybody has fallen off their blogs. Not much to say here, just the usual goings-on:

Working too much, practicing my putting, studying aviation stuff, craving smokes and having to fend off awful snack-attacks because of it, missing eating red meat as much as I used to (that is to say: at least once or twice a week).

Bought a cheap desktop to use for flight simulator so I can practice my radio navigation without racking up a crazy flying bill.

Going flying this Sunday.. a short 75 mile trip. Just enough to log as cross-country time (50 hours cross country time is needed before I can get my next rating, so it's important to make every trip I can count towards it) and grab something to eat.

The little voices in my head have been extremely quiet lately, which is good, but makes for a serious lack of blog entries.

Hope anybody left out there that may be reading this is doing well.

The eagle has landed

Went for the flight portion of my BFR (Biennial Flight Review) today and passed. I'm now a fully fledged private pilot again (woo-hoo)!

I've still got a bit of studying to do (doncha just hate re-learning the same thing 3 or 4 times?), and need to practice a few things (nothing I'm doing wrong, just things I could be better at), but I'm legal. I've rented the plane on Sunday morning, so I'll get the practice in then and do the studying over the next week or two (it's several hundred pages).

.. and in my tiny little corner of the world, that's about as good as news can get.

Over.

Change of Direction

I've decided to listen to what I've been saying in my blog and cut out some of the crap and replace with quality filler (in my life, not the blog).

To that extent, I've taken the golf lesson, ordered clubs and will start hitting the driving range this weekend with hopes of a game in a week or two.

More importantly though, I've been studying my ass off. I took a ground school lesson yesterday and will be taking a flight lesson tomorrow. With a little luck, my BFR (Biennial Flight Review) will be signed off within a week or two and I'll be a real pilot again.

Not much in the way of airplanes available for rent out this way. I need to find some evening/weekend contract work for a few months so I can get some bills paid off and get a plane financed before it's too late.

Absolutely gorgeous day today. Been out riding once (found a lost and very thirsty siberian husky with no tags - me with no phone to call for help.. very sad) today and am going to try to make it out again.

All the windows and doors are open and the fans are on and the place still smells like a friggin' garlic and onion brewery (if there were such a thing). The eggrolls are good, too bad I can't eat them (diet).

It's too nice out to be sitting here blogging, or even working. Going to get my work done and go play.

buh bye.

Update

I haven't posted in a while and figured it was time for an update.

I took the golf lesson, and it was actually halfway enjoyable. I'm now hunting for some clubs. I've found some good clones at a reasonable price, just gotta figure out which set I want. I'm going to try to stop by Dick's tonight to try out some name-brand clubs so I know which clones to buy.

Hard at work studying in preparation for re-validating my pilots license. Will probably start flying next week after I get through the relevant info in the books.

Just now recovering from oncall last week. 86.5 hours, most of it 20 minutes at a time. Oncall week is hell!

Considering acquiring and/or restoring a Charger similar to the ones I had when I was younger. Still undecided though.

That's it!

Choices

I've been thinking about choices today. That is, why we make the choices we do, even when they aren't the choices we really want and there's nothing stopping us from choosing those things that we do want.

Growing up, there were four things I wanted to do in/with my life: Neurosurgeon (ok, this was more a means to the end, which was an early retirement), professional motorcycle racer, musician, and fighter or test pilot.

Breaking things down:

Neurosurgeon: Why did I choose to excel in reading instead of math (I was excellent at both), knowing that having college level reading in the sixth grade was impressive, but would get me nowhere, I still chose it, instead of math, which would have got me a scholarship to college, or at the very least, out of high school a few years early so I could pursue my other dreams. Why did I choose partying instead of studying? Why did I spend two years in vocational school for auto mechanics? None of it makes sense.

Motorcycle racer: Why did I choose to spend all my money on BMX bikes instead of motorcycles. Why did I not put more effort into getting my dad to take me to the track when I finally get one (at 13 or 14 years old) instead of giving up on the old man and trading a damn nice XL-250 for a "yamahopper" (yamaha qt50) moped? Why, when I could finally get a loan and "afford" to get back into motorcycles did I buy a small cruiser (Suzuki GS-450) instead of a dirt bike or a sport bike?.. and then trade it on a car less than a year later and not have another motorcycle for many years (other than a few brief 3 month stints)?

Musician: I played tenor sax, and was *damn* good at it: I often got invitations to play with MSU at their shows when I was still in middle school. Why did I drop out of band in the second semester of 12th grade? That was a sure scholarship to Interlochen and probably a full scholarship to a major university; and now that I have enough equipment for an entire band downstairs, and had a lifelong dream of playing drums, do I not ever play?

Fighter/Test (or at least airline Pilot: God was against me on this one. At the time I was young enough to begin this career, you had to have 20/20 vision to fly the airlines. Something I was nowhere near (20/500 was closer to the truth - no faking/lying when you are that blind). What I really wanted was to fly fighter jets, F14s in particular. Not only did you have to have 20/20 vision, but you had to be an officer. To be an officer, you had to had a college degree. If you've read the above, you've probably figured out that I was too busy partying and generally fucking around to be bothered with college, so that was out.

Now don't get me wrong, this post isn't about regrets. As the title says, it's about choices. I, as have most people, made some really bad choices, but don't regret my life for a minute. I've been very fortunate (and some would argue deserving) with how far I've come in my career, my personal growth, marriage, etc.. and yet I feel (as I'm sure many do) that I'm meant to do something more.. something bigger.

A part of me feels as though I was meant for semi-greatness, and took a wrong turn somewhere. I've spent the last 5 years not trying to figure out what the wrong turn was (as there have been many) but where the right turn would have led me. Real Estate tycoon? Motorcycle dealerships? Peace Corps? I just don't know... and THAT is what drives me crazy.

I've always had short and long term goals in my life. This year marks the first time I've ever missed one. See, I turned 35 this year, and that means I should have my commercial pilots license and my own four seat airplane. I haven't even maintained proficiency with my private license, and commercial is 2-3 ratings and a 1000 or more hours away.

I can't even imagine trying to finance an airplane right now after buying the house and all the other stuff we've financed over the last year; and I am SO mad at myself for not sticking to my plan as last year interest rates were the lowest they will probably ever be in my lifetime.

.. and yet when given choices, I drool over $60,000 cars instead of $100,000 planes (the payments are about the same), I think about $1500 flatscreen monitors instead of earning that next rating, I spend $250 on a belt sander instead of training aids/ground school, and I plan on spending $60 for golf lessons instead of flying lessons.

Why DO we make the choices we do? Do we all do this (and if so, why?), or am I on some self-destruct course to assure myself of future unhappiness?

.. and how many licks does it take? :)

Geek-Out

Since I've done nothing (and I do mean nothing) other than work on computers for the last 36 hours, this entry is mainly going to be geek stuff.

I'm oncall and sick, Buddy is sick. This has got to be the most boring-ass week since we've moved into this place.. at least for me.

It was 72 degrees today and I was in the house all day. Man, that just about killed me. I've got to start getting some jobs done around here. The deck, the garage, the yard. Everything that got put on hold in November needs to start again, soon. I don't mind spending spring working, but I want to enjoy summer and fall this year.

Managed to get about 3 solid hours of sleep today after being up all night and not getting to bed until 12:30 this afternoon. Oncall is *hell*. Pages every 20-40 minutes. Just as you start to fall asleep - that semi-conscious dream-like state between awake and asleep BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP, all night long, from 10pm until 8am. There needs to be some serious process re-design here. Granted this is over 1800 jobs on 150 machines running upwards of 400 enterprise level Oracle databases, but damn... let a guy sleep!

Begin long geek ramblings:

I've been watching the desktop search competition very closely as of late, and reading every review I can get my paws on. Tonight I finally broke down and installed two of them. Google's and X1. X1 is the commercial version that Yahoo's desktop search is based on, but it allows for network drive indexing (which none of the free search tools do), among other things.

It is sorely lacking in one area: It will only handle Outlook contact/address book data. Mozilla address book is not an option. Surprisingly, neither is palm desktop; even though it has a free API, conduit, and other tools to make communicating with it nearly effortless. Were it not for this one fatal flaw, I would gladly pay the $75 for this tool. Oh, having a Trillian chat plugin similar to the one Google has would be cool as well.

It is amazing how much time you save having *everything*, even network server files, right at your fingertips. I just type what I'm looking for.. content, file name, whatever.. and it is *instantly* there. I click on the music icon, and all my music files from my entire network are all there in one list. I single-click and that song begins to play. I click the pictures icon, sort by path, navigate to the newsgroups, and it's instant porn slideshow.

Why the hell didn't somebody come out with this stuff years ago? Oh wait, they did. It was part of OS/2. Another 10-15 years and I think Windows will have almost all of the functionality of that (most beautifully crafted, useful, dynamic, customizable, *kiss* *kiss* *kiss*, now-defunct) operating system. Damn I miss it.

Anyway, if you are a PC user, try the Yahoo desktop search, chances are, you will love it. If you need network drive indexing, you'll want the X1 version. The Google one is pretty decent as well, I just don't like having rogue web servers running on my system.

I've found so many cool multi-function tools lately that I could almost get by with an appliance if it had the following: Limewire Pro, FeedDemon, Mozilla (the entire suite known as seamonkey, which btw, is no longer being updated), Trillian Pro, X1, MusicMatch Pro, and gvim (a "vi" clone text editor). Yup, that would do it.

Of course I would still need my normal heavy-duty suite of tools (which I'm not going to get into) for real work, but for day-to-day computer living, that's all I need.

The Mozilla news makes me really sad. For all the great press firefox has got, and the fact that it is more IE compatible than the Mozilla browser, it doesn't have nearly the features. Bookmarking groups of tabs and having them all open with one click is a feature I don't know that I can live without. It was one of those little things that I used in the past with Opera, but the ease of use with Mozilla made it life-altering (in a strictly web-surfing sense of the phrase).

The long awaited Dell 24" flatscreen monitor that I've been drooling over has finally arrived. Now the only questions left for me are "do I buy one or two", and "where the hell is my tax refund?".

For those of you that are already on the news aggregator bandwagon with me: if you haven't checked into podcasting yet, you owe it to yourself to do so. A podcast is really nothing more than an audio attachment to an RSS feed... simple enough, but the power comes in that when using a tool such as FeedDemon's FeedStation, you can schedule these downloads for off-hours and have them transferred to your portable audio device automagically. Even though podcasting is just starting to gain a foothold, the power of this distribution method is staggering.

News junkies such as myself stay away from mainstream media, spend most of our days reading on 100's of different sites. Then along comes a news aggregator that turns a day's worth of reading into something that can be done in less than an hour. Now much of this news is being distributed via audio and is sitting on our little MP3 players when we wake up in the morning so we no longer even have to take the hour to read, but can simply listen to the broadcasts while performing other tasks.

The analogy of the above in real life is going from 'researching in a library and compiling your own notebook of relevant information' to 'having an assembled book of news items waiting for you at your doorstep' and now to 'programming your own version of NPR.. in your sleep'. Awesome!

Another Bizarre Mishap

Another busy, crazy, hectic day at work. Oncall started today and we've got a lot of big systems (as in "each system acts like 30 systems" big) going down for patching.. it's going to be a LONG weekend and upcoming week.

The girl I see occasionally stopped by. Not much time to play with all the work stuff going on.

The power goes out for half the day.. yup, that helped me get a lot of work done. *sneer*

Watched spiderman 2 tonight, got paged... slave to the machine, I am.

My apologies for this blog being so damn boring lately. I'm full-blown sick again (different antibiotic started today), work is nuts, I'm oncall, and just generally uninspired at the moment.

Ok, one perhaps slightly amusing thing. That is, if you find amusement in other's suffering. Those who know me know that I have the freakiest little accidents occur. Like the one a few months ago where I was reaching into a 12 pack box for a beer and the cardboard got shoved under my thumbnail so far that it tore one side of the nail loose from my finger.

This month's entry into the klutz hall of fame: I start to blow my nose. All of a sudden my eye starts hurting like hell, feels completely dried out, and all I can see is blue. I run to the bathroom to try to flush it out and see what the heck is going on. It turns out that when I held the tissue up to my nose, the corner of it touched my eye, I blinked, and the (blue) tissue stuck *under my eyelid*. Of course all the blinking and rubbing only served to scratch/irritate my eye something awful, as it's been 6 hours and it's still bothering me a LOT.

Amused? I hope so, 'cause it's all I've got.

Back to work now.

Checking in

Tired and feeling a bit under the weather (again). Had lunch with Skip today. Rode the zx-10, had some fun in the curves.

10pm, got paged to work on a problem. Starting oncall at 8am tomorrow, so I'm basically grounded for a week and will be getting no sleep.

Gotta get back to this work issue.

This is Not a Catchy Title

Why is it doing the exact same thing one day is so energizing, and the next is the most boring fucking thing imaginable? A lot of work has come my way in recent days and yesterday I was so happy to have something exciting to do. Today I continue where I left off and it's all I can do to stay awake. I'm in one of those caffeine-crash-like hazes and can't seem to shake myself out of it.




Called the county today, hopefully they can do something about all the crap happening in this neighborhood. The HOA certainly doesn't seem to mind that there's been a dumpster parked in someone's front yard for a few months, a house blowing apart, porta-johns all over the place and now someone living in a camping trailer on a cleared lot. We didn't have this many issues in our last house; and that was in a low-income neighborhood full of rednecks.

Talked to the vet today. They are going to be weaning yellow dog off of the diazapam. We are going to be taking her downtown to a specialist that will be doing MRIs and such and trying to come up with a more permanent pain management therapy that won't turn her into an addict. I have wondered though... if it's something that she's going to be on the rest of her life anyway, what difference does it make if she's addicted? I'm sure there's some reason, some adverse side effect, but I don't know what it is. Guess I should ask next time.

I don't know what's up with me this week, maybe it's the lower dosage nicotine patches, but I have got the munchies constantly (and that's why I started the diet at the same time!).

Is it just me, or has the web lost most of it's appeal? Maybe after 12 years of surfing (I was actually at some user group meetings when the WWW was still a concept trying to gain acceptance from the user community) I've finally gotten used to having a world of information at my fingertips and have exhausted most everything of any entertaining value.

.. or maybe it's just spring/cabin fever.

This Grand Canyon trip planning is starting to get tedious. I really expected a better turn-out for this trip than what there has been. I'm going on this trip no matter what, but the idea of traveling on bike without another biker along in case of trouble (mechanical or otherwise) leaves something to be desired. I'm sure there will be someone (at least my friend Chris) tagging along.

Having the burden of planning the entire trip including all mandatory (rest/fuel/food/motel/campground) stops as well as optional (tourist) stops, only to have someone come along later that needs to change them (doesn't have the fuel range, has a back problem and needs more frequent stops, wants to spend a day with aunt Gertrude, etc) is almost as depressing as going alone.

It seems the solution to all of this is to find a hot, non-skanky, non-bitchy biker chic (as in, she has her own bike).. and those, my friends, make the ever-elusive single bisexual college co-ed living next door in search of a couple *exactly like you* look as common as tassels at a titty bar.

Warm and Bright

73 degrees, the sun is shining, I've ridden the zx-12, I'm eating meat for the 3rd day straight, and 2 new porn DVDs are sitting here in front of me. Today is a very good day.

Watched "Seven". Saw it once before when it first came out. I have a very strong stomach but have been putting off watching this movie again for about a week now because I remember the "sloth" victim as being possibly the most grotesque, pitiful thing I've ever seen.. and yet this time seeing the movie, it didn't bother me at all. It's strange how memory distorts things over time into something very different than what it was. Perhaps it's just TV numbing us to everything though. Watching CSI and seeing 500lb water-bloated men turned inside out makes a lot of things lose their impact.

24 is an awesome show. When the heck are The Sopranos coming back?

I'm getting sleepy.

Comfortably Numb

Turns out they didn't pull the broken molar, they decided to build up a fake base and then put a crown on it... I've got a temporary crown for the moment. I've never had novacaine before, it's strange. Half my face is numb and my tongue feels 6" thick. I've also got some vicodin. I think I'll be catching up on my sleep this week.

Speaking of "numb", I *really* want to get some heated gear. As I get older, I'm finding that just riding for the sake of riding isn't fun when it's 20 degrees out; that my tolerance for cold weather is a little less each year. I can ride when it's 35 with rain gear on (to keep the cold wind out) but it's not much fun. 45 degrees with a t-shirt, sweat-shirt, winter jacket and gloves, and jeans is ok. My legs get kind of cold, but I'd have to ride for 1.5hrs or more to be really concerned about hypothermia. The heated gear (along with my bacalava) should extend the riding season to the entire year since I would be comfortable (not just tolerating) down to 20-25 degrees.

The only question is, buy it now, or next year? Being that it's March, I'm tempted to wait until next year. Since I do have the grand canyon trip this fall (when riding through the 100 degree desert all day, those 60 evenings can just about freeze you to death) and the clothing is available locally, I may just do it this weekend.

Gotta pick up the scooter and get it to a dealer as well. Man, that was unbelieveable, oil blowing everywhere. I couldn't tell where from. It stopped leaking (I think it was caused by the crankcase vent clogging during an extended high-speed jaunt on the freeway, but that's just a wild guess), get halfway back home check the oil, all is well. I think I'm off the hook, then my friend/co-worker points out that there is a nail in the rear tire. Argh! Now I have to trailer it.

Ironically, a blown engine would cost me less because of the warranty. Oh well, that's life with an italian machine I guess. :/

Not much more to say at the moment. My work area is a mess and the vicodin is kicking in. I hope we can make it to the club this weekend. I need a break.

Goin' Downtown

I don't care how many times people say "uptown", it is downtown, just like every place else. :P

I had to go downtown today for some meetings. In the past 3 days, I've experienced identity theft, the inside half of a molar breaking away, and two mechanical failures on the scooter leaving me stranded 45 miles from home; and that's just the highlights.

If there is such a thing as dogma, I must have really fucked up in my past life.

I'm wiped out. We are going to chill in front of the tv and watch one of the movies we've had sitting on the table for 2 weeks now.

More Whorer Stories From the Far Side

They really need to hang this stalker bitch soon. She's got ahold of my SSN# after previously having my mail forwarded to her house (including tax forms, hence SSN) and I've learned today that I have applied for loans through at least 7 different companies for $30,000 each. Yup, identity theft.. but done as harassment to destroy my credit. All the info she has used is my old contact info (the latest she has for me). In other words, she stands to gain nothing from it. Unfortunately, most ID theft laws state something similar to "using another individual's personally identifiable information for one's own gain"... It's going to be interesting to see where this goes now.

Sounds like I'd better start putting some cash back and consider getting a new SSN, 'cause I don't think I'm going to be buying anything on credit for a while.

I can't believe this shit is happening. Not meaning to sound sexist here, but if the roles were reversed.. if I was the woman, s/he would have been in jail a long time ago. Because the roles aren't reversed, I all but get laughed at (by police, postal fraud investigators, HR, etc.) over all the shit that has been done.

On a lighter note.. Thanks for the comment, excessofdinkydog. I wanted to comment on yours the other day, but it looks like comments are turned off. My comment was: I don't care HOW bad your toe is cut, I'd still shag you silly!

Still Here

For the first time since starting this blog, I've really got nothing to say. I'm in this strange funk.. Guess it's the end-of-winter depression creeping up on me.

Got the taxes done, went out to dinner on Friday, cancelled our date for last night. blah blah blah.

Blah!!! ("The thoughts in my head go round and round")

Still sick, feeling better though. Practically human again.

Work has went from tedious boredom to complete insanity in a matter of hours. It's always "feast or famine" here. Still working at 9:35pm, I'll be working at 5am. As usual, when the heat gets turned up, my ADD kicks-in full blast. I have so much I want to blog. 100 things swirling around my head and I can't even catch them long enough to write down the subjects, let alone the subject matter. The best I can tell, there are about 15 active thoughts at any given time. All I can say is "BLAH!!!"; that is, scream out of anger and frustration over all these things that want to be thought through, but won't let me hang on to them long enough to process. I'd scream something more appropriate, but there doesn't even seem to be room to think up something to yell at them. I don't even know how I'm typing this. I'm reading work email and talking on the phone and my fingers are just moving by themselves. I don't know how the hell people deal with something like this on a daily basis. Thank God that I only go through this when things aren't right in the workplace. Although, if it could be mastered, it could be SO useful (imagine solving 15 problems at once. All day, every day!).

I'm going to play with the dogs for a few, take them for a short walk, and crash. 5AM is the middle of the night for me. Maybe I'll have a few more interesting thoughts tomorrow.

My Precious

It didn't matter how sick I was, my precious wouldn't let me have any rest until she was looking as hot as she could. I don't blame her really as it's been 3 months since she's had a bath, let alone a manicure, style, and make-over.

I mean, 3 months without a shower could even put a halt to a Salma, Alicia, Aishwarya, Kelly, Adriana, me(can't forget me in that orgy!) 6-way.

(and if you say I have a thing for dark-skinned women with big, brown cat-eyes, full lips, broad shoulders, nice tits, and unstoppable curves, I'd say "Yeah, so what!?!?")

That's about all I've got for y'all today.. hotties o'plenty. I'm feeling better, but still sick and got a total of about 40 minutes sleep last night due to all of the coughing (which the cough medicine seems to make worse).

I must feel better before the weekend. Time to get some rest.

Peace out.

Diagnosis

Went to the Dr today. I've got bronchitis, two ear infections, maybe an upper respiratory infection; no strep throat though!. Since it was *so* nice out today, I decided to celebrate this news by going riding for a few extra miles.

I tried to get a sample of Levitra from the Dr., but she was out of them. Thankfully she didn't see where it was necessary to do any sort of investigation into ERD since I was in the middle of having a sick fantasy about the medical assistant when she walked in.

She gave me a prescription, and as expected, my prescription insurance company doesn't cover it (there has GOT to be some way to score this shit for free! Once I figure it out, I'm going to try glaucoma).

It's interesting that they cover blood pressure medicines as well as beta blockers and SSRIs. If we could all just fuck more, we'd get the exercise we need, lowering blood pressure and have fewer heart problems. If we fuck more, we probably feel more at peace with the world and wouldn't need the anti-depressants. I can justify anything if I want it. LOL

That's it, slow day today. Sore throat, bad cravings for a smoke, and even having half of hollywood's phone #'s online (ala Paris Hilton's address book) doesn't get me chatting with Salma.