It’s been a quasi “normal” week or so since I last posted in my blog… I guess I should write something.
My damned car still has a dark right brake light. It’s a shorted ground somewhere, I just can’t find it. Of course, it’s been raining on the weekends, making it difficult to get and play with car “battrees.” Why do some people call batteries, “battrees?”
Illiterate hicks. The country is filled with them.
Are you tired of the Schiavo case in Florida yet? Co-workers thought it was funny when I made a joke about the Pope getting Terri Schiavo’s feeding tube. That was slightly funnier than “To hell with Schiavo, stop feeding Kirsty Alley!” We all laughed. Good times. I’ve been trying to find humor in almost anything lately.. I’m such a prick. Anyway, my opinion is let the poor woman die! She’s been in a vegetable for 15 years. She’s the human equivilent of a goldfish (actually, I guess a goldfish can eat on their own. Draw your own conclusions). Look, she’s not going to get better. I understand the family’s point of view, but Terri is a human being that can’t think, talk, or eat and has no conscious. The videos we’re seeing on CNN are 3 to 4 years old… and even without a conscious, the mind can still instruct the body to perform basic instinctual actions, like tracking a balloon or responding to sounds. Her quality of life is not how a human being should live. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to live like that. I know my opinion isn’t popular with most of the indoor plumbing gender, but you know what they say about opinions…
So, maybe you’re wondering what the hell the title of this post has to do with the subject matter. Nothing. It’s more of how I feel lately. My stupid car and its tempermental brake light, the garnishment, work, the passing of my father, a respitory infection, and just daily stress in general. It’s all left me feeling off my tracks, like a train wreck. Of course, most of this shit happened in the month of March. It kinda felt like last year’s hurricane season in Florida. I just keep telling myself it will get easier.
I often lie to myself.
It’s a good hobby.
