Milestones........................

Last Wednesday was my daughter's birthday.........

My little Pookie is 25 years old....................a quarter of a century *gasp*.

Travis cooked a turkey, mashed potatoes and put together a salad that was almost too pretty to eat...................

I dug out some of my frozen cranberry stash and made cranberry salad ala Boze, whupped up a punkin pie and did the gravy.
I will qualify by saying that Cheyenne did nearly all of the "scut" work on the salad and pie whilst I supervised.
Upshot............we had a great time.............................but with two digital cameras in the house (mine met it's demise in the great Southern Indiana car fire in April) do you think anyone thought to get pictures of the event?
Nooooooooooo.
*glum*

I went out for beers with my brother George yesterday...................it was fun.
Pretty bartender, nice view of the river, cold beer.........all capped off with a nice long road trip down very stoney roads. *grin*
At one point (and I will give him credit because it was only one) he fired up a cigarette at the bar.
If, at that point, if he had offered me a cigarette at the same time the bartender offered me a blow job..........I'm pretty sure I'd have asked her to wait until I finished a cigarette.
..........but he didn't (and she didn't) so it's been over a fucking month now.

OOOHHH.......I almost forgot about the ice cream cake from Dairy Queen(see birthaday stuff above)...............................deelarimus.

Thus endeth the entry...............................

S.A.N.S*.......................(bonus entry)

*(Sitting Around Not Smoking)

Smoking anesthetizes some of the little hairs (cilia) in your lungs that otherwise serve to mobilize foreign particulate matter out of the lungs and into the bronchial tubes where it can be hacked up.
Those cilia it does not anesthetize in the short term, it destroys in the long term.
This is a bad thing..................

However, all is not lost. After a few weeks the sleeping cilia start to wake up and the lungs start to regenerate the dead ones.

On the face of it (and actually) this is a good thing.....................

Here is how that breaks down in practice:

For how some ever many years you have been smoking the solids suspended in the smoke have been building up in your lungs without any effective way of being expelled.......................it builds up and partially dehydrates into a resinous layer that coats the inner surfaces of the lungs entirely.
.........................and then the little cilia start waking up and regrowing.
So, just when you think you have the worst behind you, you start coughing your fucking head off (far worse than you ever did while smoking) and hacking up crusty bits of accumulated cigarette sewage suspended in a sort of pale green goo.

At least I have something to do while I'm sitting-around-not-smoking.........eh?

19 days 1 hour 29 minutes and 47 seconds.................

Thus endeth the entry....................................

Insomnia Veritas....................

I had about 7 good months of sleeping like a regular person after nearly three years of almost no sleep. I am capable of overstatement for emphasis, regard the judicious use of hyperbole as a valuable tool in the service of articulating an idea, and occasionally employ exaggeration in the way of verbal slapstick..........................
I am engaging none of these devices when I say that, short of suffering the tortures that accompany some horrific, wasting disease, going without sleep for any extended period of time is as close to experiencing a taste of hell on earth as I care to come.
Neither am I embellishing the facts when I say that after said period of sleeplessness the few intervening months of regualr sleep had its equivalence in terms of sheer comfort and relief only in a diet of Mother's milk and a bottomless sack of blowjobs.
So ..............I'm back to not sleeping.
Don't know why..................
I thought perhaps it might be just a minor setback, so I didn't say anything about it...........but now it's official. You read it here.
Twenty eight years working one of the most irregular jobs on the planet and I never had the sleep and fatigue issues that were chronic among my co-workers in the industry.
I'm certain that the problems I've had with it since are accident related but I've yet to find a doctor that isn't more afraid of crossing an H M O than he is of misdiagnosing a patient.
(Hilary, darlin', I'm voting for you even if you wind up giving blow-jobs in the oval office closet.......................................*didja notice how I got blowjobs into this post twice?*)
Last night I was sitting on the couch not sleeping and not smoking..........................miserable and tired and totally incapable of falling asleep.
So I went for a walk.................
Now, the last couple of times I've walked any distance to speak of I've developed some fairly severe blisters on the balls of my feet.....................(not on my balls, I'm not that old!)
So I decided to see how I would fare walking barefoot.
Warning: I am a professional, do not attempt to follow my logic .........(unless of course you are a Jesuit) .......................severe brain injury or death could occur.
I walked nearly 6 miles mostly on paved (rough asphalt) country roads..............
I don't have any blisters to speak of on the balls of my feet.....................
The entire bottom of both heels are covered by giant blisters.......................
I'm still awake.........................
I'm still miserable and tired................
But now I know why........................I'm wound up like an eight day clock, my feet hurt like the dickens and I walked for two hours.
If you know why ......................it's ok.

Thus endeth the entry.......................