November 10th, 2005

Tarot - 7 of rods

Sorry, Nothing Today

I don't feel well. I know why, too; bureaucratic crap from the SSA that, well, if it weren't for the drugs, would have me curled up in a fetal ball. Probably no big deal in the long run, but it's going to make my next month or two or three moderately miserable if I can't find an end-run around one particularly obnoxious employee there who really seems to have it in for me.

But even with the drugs, I'm not sleeping well, can't concentrate, can't focus my thoughts, don't really find anything but obsessing over my problem interesting enough to hold my attention. Sorry, today go read the Washington Post or the New York Times online instead if you need your fix.