Absolution Gap is almost completed. I wonder why the deus ex machina hasn't thought of a cure for the Melding Plague. How come the deus ex machina didn't find a workable and viable longevity treatment for Scorpio, the poor hyperpig who is aging badly throughout the tale. Presumably the author is only interested in creating new weapons rather than upsetting the balance of his pet universe.
I am sad that Yellowstone and its inhabitants met such a dark fate. Yellowstone being a planet orbiting Epsilon Eriadni and colonized by humans.
Right now I am really hoping that I'm able to go home early on Thursday. I need to have some mental health time away from the Japanese RPG-esque grind of processing applications. Plus the check I mailed out for the speeding ticket has been received and cashed by the State of Colorado. I am hoping they really do look at the postmark rather than the date of receipt. The 20 day deadline was 7/24 and it was cashed on 7/25.
Wednesday I went to the bathroom for an unofficial break from processing during the four o'clock hour. I figured I was due for a piss and went into one of the stalls. I stood there for a minute, felt that familiar tickle that says I could piss but then again my bladder could be fucking with my head. Meh, muh dick feels like it's just a vestigial piece of meat. Old age has cured me of the curse of boners at inopportune moments. Now I'm certain that it's psychosomatic because most times in the morning I have serious wood. If only it happened once or twice during the day.
Just a small bout of priapism for a day or two is all I'm asking for here.
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