Blog 73: If You Don't Love Me I'll Blog Myself

Once again, not dead. Still alive. Still kickin, as they say on the streets. Today endeth the second week at the mill, and today I got real paid. It's exciting to be paid for things that I do, especially when they're things that hurt me in new and powerful ways. For example, I look like I've tried to kill myself through exsanguination with many failed attempts do to the lateral slices on my wrists and forearms. However, these are from cradling slats of fresh cut molding, not self infliction. Also my fingernails seem to have become larger by 3 to 5% due to the constant mashing and peeling of my cuticles while counting and stacking boards. Not to mention the severe cold I endured last week due to the sudden and violent shift in sleep and activity which lowered my immune system's defense to the "Lakeview Crud" as it's apparently called. I'm better now, thanks. God bless Dayquil, and Nyquil while he's at it.

Well, enough about work, it's the weekend now and I don't have to work tomorrow after all so I'll be sleeping like a baby, or a log, or a baby log, or a drugged monkey. Whatever, I'll be asleep.

I miss my adventures online and I miss posting for "all" my "fans" to read and I'm sure "they" miss me, too. Rest assured, once I regulate myself into some manner of schedule I'll be posting more. Who knows, I may even get back to posting to my weeklies: The Indie Equation and Hamfisted Tales of Misadventure, which can be accessed in the list of my blogs on the right. (see: Shameless Self Promotion)

New Equation tomorrow and maybe a new Hamfisted Tale.

Look out for a very special edition of The Indie Equation on subter.com beginning of next month. It'll be called "Children of the New Order" and that's all I'll give you. But I will say that it's a deviation from the standard format and it's quite possible the most in depth research I've done since ever. So there's that.

Ok, goodnight you Princes of Maine, you Kings of New England...you Lords of the Dance....you Dukes of Earl...you Queens of the Stone Age. Ok, I'm done.