1/11/06
The good news, I have off on Friday the 13^th. I'm still employed at my job. Work is slowing down and I'm planning on tightening my belt. Funny thing, I have a few big purchases on the horizon. A room for Genghis Con and buying plane tickets for New Jersey. Right now I still have a sinking feeling about work. Reckon tomorrow I'll ask if there's any shit going around. Being a coward, I don't want to make big purchases and then whoops I could've used that money on something like groceries. At the moment I'm trying to rationalize this. Most likely I'm projecting someone else's foibles upon my own life.

Howard Stern is on at night. I am happy. Just wish he'd fucking go away for a bunch of months so I can put the antenna out into the driveway to pick up the satellite signal better on my radio.

My father has been having trouble breathing the past couple of months. Recently he had a night where he couldn't breathe at all and was rushed to the emergency room. The doctor who was attending him before that night was performing surgery on my father's sinuses. Turns out that he was doing more damage! After one of my father's surgeries, my dad was kept under for an extra hour because the doctor thought he blinded my dad.

Ends up that the whole situation with my father was having something akin to post-nasal drip. His throat had become inflamed and made it very hard to breathe. Dad has to wait six months for his body to get back in good shape before a final surgery.

Behold, Jaybird.

Message 252624 on *stonecutters (#213):
Date:    Tue Jan 10 08:21:51 2006 MST
From:    Jaybird (#105276)
To:      *stonecutters (#213)

Last night I had a dream that I was on a reality show.
I was effectively, Peter on the Brady Bunch (reality-style, though).
After the show was over, I asked for feedback from the producers.
They said that I was a little haughty, like I was used to being called "sir" all the time.
Then I woke up.
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