Today's brain-warp, brought to you by disturbed dreams: we are made of water, music & earth metals. Our muscles and tendons are like roots & plant fibers, our plasma is a similar sap moving through our veins. Our blood=water.  

 ( The Brain-Warp Continues )

Cannot manage to muster gumption to post every day, and I feel kinda sad about it.

 Today, I feel like shit. I am sore form head to toe... did not sleep well, and am very aware of various stages of what I like to call "synaptic narcolepsy." Not functioning well.

So here is my UnPost: it's a conspiracy theory! What better way to experiment with potential bioweaponry than to put the shit in our food? What's the easiest way to distribute this? Fast food, and faster food. Hamburger. Pork. Chicken.

 You have no idea, the conspiracies lurking in my brain... I'll have to type them up... just so I can annoy the shit out of everybody, if nothing else.

 Cheers

 It has always and ever been the wood, the stone, the brick, the water, the trees. Sometimes the soil whispers. There was never any real hope of getting away from it; I might as well have been in the dream where one is trying to run, and goes nowhere.

 So perhaps I should just try listening, instead, and feel honored to be psychic-chotic. If I was Sylvia Brown, I'd be making money. As it is, I am making mischief. At least I'm good at it!

 All the bullshit excuses aside, at least my dentist is honest when it comes to telling me that I have NO CAVITIES!

 Unless of course, it's all a ruse and he gets more money for bigger cavities. Or root canals. Good Hannah & her snapped garter, I ain't thinking about it, nosirree.

 Cheers & All

Dreamt of a calico cat with "blue" dottting the entirety of its fur, wearing a brass double-heart name tag that read "Bee Wee, "Richfield."
Two other cats were present, including another calico.

Bizarro: heirloom roses in Leif Erikson Park, Duluth MN are re-blooming. Read article online regarding Australian dust storm. Droughts galore...

Hmmmp.

To the dumbass(es) who slashed my mum's truck tires: may you acquire a raging, painful, incurable case of crotch rot!

To Bryan the Mechanic: thanks for going above & beyond to make sure my mum got new tires.
You know, I think I am slowly but surely loosing my faith in humanity. Somebody, quick! Give me good stories....

And will someone tell me WHY am I wearing a sweater on a July morning?? Gah.

 Today work starts early, and I'm crabby about it. I'm on the schedule for  9. However, the person who would normally open the store is on vacation, so I get "promoted" to Store Opener (golly, no thanks). I like how my schedule is correct. I don't appreciate having to pay extra close attention to  details (like making sure the schedule isn't fricking wrong!). A casual glance should do. Bah!
 I'm so crabby today, I can barely stand it. Ahhh, some months are crap for being a girl.

 In Other News: Who really owns our media? China? I was just thinking this morning that we are not the nation we'd  love to think that we are.

 And there it is.

 Cheers & All

 YES!

 I forgot that Transformers 2 was coming out so soon... If I'm up to snuff, I'll be seeing it tonight, thank you very much.

 The weather continues to suck and make me want to just lie down and a pool of cool water. I just scratch my head with conspiracy theories. I am doing worse than last year, as far as humidity is concerned. Ugh, awful.

 OK, time for work.

 Cheers & All

 Ugh, it's early and I didn't sleep well. I took the meds, but it still feels like my chest wants to cave in, and I'm a bit wheezy. It's probable that I was unable to eradicate all of the mold & mildew in the house. Urk.

 I have an appointment to go see Dr. Duck in a little less than an hour... Twenty-five dollars for him to tell me a load of crap, and for me to tell him what I want, plus I'm going to be late for work when we're already short-staffed.  *sigh*

 I don't really know why so many people assume that if a person has insurance, everything is beautiful. True, it can pay for a very large sum of costs-- but it adds up, just like a Dollar Store. Every time I go in, it's $25. Then there's the remains of the hideous bills, or the beginning of the argument with the insurance company over whether or not something should be paid for.  I'm sorry, but I frequently am led to believe that medical coders are paid to fuck up. No, seriously, they must be.

 I'm crabby & I know it, I'm going to clap my hands.

 Must finish getting ready...

 Cheers & All

*snorts uncontrollably in laughter*

Oh, only the last 27 years of my life or so. The first nine were OK.

Yawn. I am tired. This was the third day of  "mild flurries."

What I want to know is: damn, why does Peru get all the shit? Earthquales, Ill Niño, etc. Sheesh. Then there's Mount Redoubt, getting all uppity & projectile vomiting on everything. The flooding in Fargo is an echo of what happened a little over ten years ago. Rotten shit is happening all over, and I don't know whether I want to learn any more or not. The conspiracy theorist in me has already gone mad 1,000 times over.

Balrgh. I'm going to make pasta or pizza or something. Hunger strikes.

 Cheers & All