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I've been following http://primordial-blog.blogspot.com/ for a while now... always an enjoyable and informative read. Very much the skeptic, Brian say a lot of thinks that I wanted to say, and better than I ever could.

And the thought for today: peristalsis is not always your friend.

My dear imaginative readers will be able to figger out that one for themselves, and I will mention it no more.

This morning I was determined to not be fooled by either the clock or my mind; when I awoke at 04:15, I looked at the clock, and I said, "clock, when you buzz, I'll get outta bed." and tried to go back to sleep.

But no, I didn't go back to sleep.

I lay there thinking about... stuff. And semi-dreaming about... stuff.

And at 05:00 I said t'hell wit' it! and got up and readied myself for the day.

I had, after all, gone to sleep at 09:00, and had enough sleep.

And I messed around and forgot to do my blood testing, dammit. Didn't think of it until after 10:00... and I don't know why I thought about it then, probably 'cause I asked a patient if they were diabetic.

I got called at work today by the paper, asking if I had written a LTE, I told them yes. Hard telling when it will be published, but I'll bet that it gets more attention by the Senator than my e-mail did, heh.

Of course, they sometimes edit LTEs... I hope that it winds up being what I said.

I'm thinking that my new sleeping schedule, the one that's been working pretty well for a month or so, is really gonna work.

Got to sleep around 21:00, get up somewhere around 05:30.

I don't know what will happen if I want to make an exception to that... like stay up until midnight for some reason or another. Guess I'll find out when that happens.

I went to the cingular store last night after work, and I was singularly disappointed.

The girl there tried to get my phone to ring, and it just wouldn't. She told me that I would have to buy a new phone, eh, too bad that I hadn't bought their insurance.

So I asked her to turn off Patrick and Lacees' phones... she said that she couldn't, that I would have to call cingular on the 22nd of March when my contract was up.

News for that lady: cingular isn't getting any more of my business. Period.

Since Karen died, I have had one good experience with them. And ten bad ones.

So I'm going over to the Verizon place tomorrow, see what they have to say... I've done CTs on the main guy over there, plus we get a discount through the hospital. They can't be any worse than their competition.

I was looking at the Palm Treo, but I don't really see any advantage, I've got a Palm T|X already, and I think that it can talk to any bluetooth phone, and I certainly don't need internet on my phone.

And yeah, I would like to have an I-phone, just because they're so sexy, and sexy has been missing from my life for a while... but then I would have to buy a mac.... and then all of the PCs that I have would seem inadequate, plus all of the headspace that's already devoted to PCs would be wasted... I don't know what happens to brain cells after they've been outdated, but it can't be pretty.

And today's primary picture is a picture that I love... but don't tell the artist if you know her, the bidding is still open.

I truly can't remember if we're on daylight or standard time now, and that kinda pisses me off.

I mean, why can't we compromise? Like, instead of changing an hour twice every year, why don't we just change a half-hour, and fucking be done with it?

Well, yeah, the whole world would have to do that, but since when doesn't the whole world follow America's lead?

O'yeah, since GWB got elected. How could I forget.

Well, surely the English, who own, literally, Greenwich, would follow our lead; they are, after GWB's lap dog, right?

And it is they who control what time it is in Greenwich, right?

O'wait! They have a new PM?

Well, forget that, then.

We can just be out here, pioneering on our own.

Well, then, there's Arizona, or, as it's known around here, arixona, because, you see, the "X" key and the "Z" key are right next to each other and sometimes the shift key doesn't work... but spellcheck? Heh, it catches shit like that... except when it doesn't.

(Heh... spellcheck doesn't like "spellcheck"... it want's "spell check" with a space in there. Well, not any more, I just chucked it up into it's dictionary file, and I'm waiting for its' next move...)

There has to be some deep meaning to that, right? A half-hours' worth, at least?

Seeking deep meanings is an onerous task, not to be lightly undertaken; for if one does accidentally run into one, ones' whole life would assume that deep meaning, and one would be lost to the rest of the shallow-meaning universe.

And having to explain that deep meaning to the shallow universe would then almost immediately consume one, and love and hate and life and death and yin and yang and Karma would all combine into a vortex that would shift the true vortex of the universe in Sedona to some other point, leaving naked hippies in Arixona scatching their head say, "WTF? I thought I knew what was goin' on, man, and now I just like, suddenly don't...."

So it's a wild psychic world out there, folks. Be careful as you roam these streets, looking for trouble....