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WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOIN’BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHERE WE’VE BEENAND WE KNOW WHAT WE’RE KNOWIN’BUT WE CAN’T SAY WHAT WE’VE SEENAND WE’RE NOT LITTLE CHILDRENAND WE KNOW WHAT WE WANTAND THE FUTURE IS CERTAINGIVE US TIME TO WORK IT OUT We’re on a road to nowhereCome on insideTakin’ that ride to nowhereWe’ll take…

Actually, on the evils of corticosteroids. My first encounter with steroids was post surgical, last summer. The second was just these past four weeks or so. They have a deserved reputation for affecting mood, and for appetite enhancement. The mood swings for me are the worst. I have been nearly suicidal, I’ve been manic, I’ve…

Music doesn’t make life worth living, but like spices added to cooking, it makes life taste better. I went into a local used/new CD store yesterday for Norha Jones “Feels Like Home”. They had it on sale there. I also walked out with Alan Parsons Project, two REM’s, a They Might be Giants, and a…

I didn’t accomplish but a fraction of what I’d hoped to do this weekend. Saturday I did get my hair done, but again got talked out of getting it cut really short. My hairdresser is very good at convincing me that if I just grow it a bit longer we’ll be able to do all…

Oof … rough night. The Prof has a nasty habit of saying sarcastic things that sting, and then backing off when he’s called out about it, claiming he was just joking. I thought it was just me being hypersensitive, but his aunt called him on it when we met up with them last weekend, so…

Last night was a flurry of activty. Feed the cats, clean and refresh the water bowls, clean the litter boxes, grab dinner, pack for New Year’s Eve, all while trying to claim some quality net time. Something had to give, and I didn’t get to check up on as many diaries nor leave as many…