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April, I am glad that's over with!

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It was a rough April for me. First came the back to back colds, here it is May the 5th and I am just getting to the end of the second illness. In the middle of this came the tumor. I found a lump in my chest on April 14th, thanks to my aunt (who perished of breast cancer) and the cartoon "Archer", I am quite aware that men can get breast cancer too, so I rushed off to the doctor's expecting to be told, "Meh, it's nothing."

This and That

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This.

Nothing like a stained shirt

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A stained shirt, perhaps with grease from that fast food I shouldn’t have eaten or with paint from putting the latest coat on the sharn (Shed-barn), is a welcome comfort to me. My shirts have a progression of life that they follow, first the new crisp shirt arrives in the mail (what? You buy your shirts in a store?) I pull it out of the plastic and savor that chemical clean smell of processed cotton.

Con Season is over

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Yeah, I’m a gamer, a fact not too surprising as I’ve always lived the geek life and can’t see myself giving it up this side of an actual apocalypse. Hell, even during an apocalypse there is going to be some down time and what better way to fill it than with some dice, pens and paper and or a card game or two? This past very long weekend I attended Gary Con out in Lake Geneva for the third time and it was great! I don’t go to game so much as to experience the gaming.

Babies

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Not mine anymore; I think I’m past that stage of life. Now I have granddaughters, loads and loads of granddaughters with nary a grandson in sight. That’s okay really, I like kids and frankly the whole ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ thing doesn’t really become relevant until they are like 10 to 12 years old anyway. For now I can just enjoy watching little kids be little kids without worrying about them spilling on the rug or destroying my house. Mostly because I don’t give a shit about the rug or the house these days, but that’s what maturity gives you, you learn what’s important.

A Day in the Life of…

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I woke up at 04:50. I figured this was okay – I would have my early morning piss, crawl back under my double comforters and drift back to sleep. Mid-stream I remembered snatches of the dream I’d been having, I’m not one to dream of celebrities, but I do, on occasion dream about things I’ve read or watched. It was a surprise for me to dream of Henry Rollins, I was never a fan of his music when it was popular. That has changed as I’ve aged. Does he have fans now?

Dreams

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I’ve had this reoccurring dream lately. It is reminiscent of the dreams I had when I was taking Aralen (a Malaria suppressant drug, Chloroquiene), which were incredibly vivid and many times downright shocking. The dream I’m having now is not of machete fighting in the rain and losing an arm (which was a favorite back in my Peace Corps days), no, this one is more mundane; I’m in school and haven’t attended one of my classes since the first week of the semester. It’s always the same class; Advanced Composition and excuses for not attending are myriad.

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