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Things have been disorienting lately, but a different style of disorienting than I’m used to.

For starters, the whole work thing. It bounces back and forth between me googling and blogging away whilst filing, trying to remain oblivious to this sort of stagnant hostility most of the nurses, doctors, and office staff have developed towards one another.

Yes you have to choose one…

It’s been done a million times already.

So humor me.

Answer to Riddle #2: A bottle of gin. Easy if you said it with a British accent.

Riddle #3:

The poor have it.

The rich need it.

And if you drink it you’ll die.

The following is from an email exchange between Elisabeth and myself.

We’ve both revised slightly.

Gemma also commented at the end, and with her permission, I include this as an extension of the original conversation.

By the way, read Andrew Heller’s take on Army Spc.

I continue to revise and rework this blog.

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If anyone’s willing to help me expand my html in a meaningful way, there might be an Abe Lincoln in it for you. Oh, hell, there may even be a bucket of Harold’s Chicken with sauce.

Yesterday I needed a break.

Life has been more than a little stressful, and it boils down to drama in the last Nocturnal show, drama with my friends, and drama at work.

None of which I really want to go into on a public blog.