He was singin' on his knees/ An angry mob trailed along/ They shot my brother dead/ Because he hated what was wrong - Simon & Garfunkle - "He Was My Brother"
I'm sitting down to write with my first glass of scotch in over a month. It's good to be back.
Apparently I have allergies. And when I find out who gave them to me, they're dead!!!
No. Because biology says it was Mom and Dad who gave me my allergies, and I swore off patricide many years ago.
Also, dispite the lyrics above, Brother is just fine. He's in New York City, but he's still OK. I hope.
I've moved to days at work until further notice, which should be cool. I made the horrible mistake of boarding a dog on the week I switched my sleeping schedule, so I'm still getting no sleep, even with the Ambien. Also, the Hillock is pissed. He wants no part of Dog, who loves everything on Earth.
Now that I think of it, maybe I'm allergic to the Dog. Oh well. She's just too sweet to turn away. It's only a week.
Oh yeas:
The Minneapolis Downtown Library Opens May 20. There's a party with free food from 10AM to 6PM. All are invited. If you're a homeless person or a gang-banger, this is the one day we probably won't kick you out, providing you don't cause trouble. So take advantage.
I'm thinking of moving to Blogger so I keep a real blogroll and give more credit to the folks I read. So much for my
I'm Not A Blogger post.
Who said I was consistent?
Your Still Not A Blogger (Yet) leader,
DS