my feet hurt

I had a strange dream last night, all the stranger for the fact that I remembered it. I know why I had it. Yesterday was the thirty-fifth anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. And yesterday I was speaking to friends about playing favorites with children. The anniversary of the moon landing leaves me nostalgic….

OK, let it be said up front that I am an unbeliever. Not a doubter, not an alternative religion participant, not a searcher and definitely no longer interested in becoming any of the above. This is probably the reason that this whole Apocalypse Yesterday failed to hit my radar until a couple of days ago,…

Tomorrow marks eight weeks that I’ve worked at The Pharmacy. I’m through the initial “I’m never going to keep this all straight in my head” phase, although there’s still a helluvalot more that I don’t know than what I do know. They’ve hired a third part-time tech for “flu shot season,” which started a few…

I hurt too much. I hurt too easily. I’m too brittle to bend any more. I know it’s the drugs. Prednisone did this to me last time, and it’s doing it to me again this time. If I hadn’t been in such physical pain, I would never have taken the pred again. Cessation of the…

Quote from my last entry: I told him firmly twice not to do anything about it, making the point that this was just a residual problem that hadn’t been caught during last week’s scheduling shake-up and that I doubted it would happen again. Yeah, well … I’m a moron. Of course it happened again. The…

I had an interesting talk with The Socialist last night, to do with the forum he administers. First, a brief history: There once was a message board run by a quirky little charlatan dedicated to Star Wars. It turned into an active board, visited by a nice international cross-section of Star Wars fans eagerly anticipating…