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Well I'm all better I think. And you know what did it? . . another trip to the emergency room! Who would have figured. Crazy, you see, it said on this yellow paper to return to the ER if the problem persists, so I did. I waited for over two hours. Then I had this realization, that after two hours, nothing is an emergency anymore. So I left. I must be better. . . huh?

Last night at the session Tim and Jose made a truckload of fire wood appear by my back door. Very nice, very sweet gesture. I crashed out early and the boys shuffled the evening away. I hope I wasn't too rude by disappearing into my room. I was just going to lay down for a few minutes, but as it turned out. I was down for the count.

Some sort of holiday kidney stone depression came knocking today, but I didn't answer the door. Rather I yelled out my window, "Get the fuck off my lawn. . . I gave at the office!!"

Think I'll go fight the notion of depression with a visit to the Owl and Thistle. Perhaps a stiff drink and a slow dance might make me feel a little better. I quit taking the percocets as I only have 6 left and I'm saving them for a special pain.

So that's that.

Put in a couple of calls to the little kids over the last few days. Moira has not had them return my calls. Big surprise huh?

I choose not to let it bother me, the way I choose to not be bothered my mild discomfort in my prick.

Peace