Sputtering towards the end of the month, both me and my writing.
I think I’ve slept more in the past two days than I have in the past decade.
Listening to Robbie and Gene Epstein as a Sunday Morning wake-up.
I watched some of Rob’s stand-up Friday night, and enjoyed it. I might have been a little more gentle, but this is his set, not mine.
Would I pay money to consume it? Probably. It’s largely enjoyable to me, and I want to see him succeed.
My only real point of emphasis? High-droxy-chlor-o-quin
My body seems to be responding positively, and I should email one of my doctors about that.’
This is another somewhat-truncated week. I get my infusion on Friday, finally, thankfully. With the extra rest, however, I’m not nearly as fatigued as I’d normally be.
Hair growth is happening. The beard isn’t going badly. The hair up top is a bit of a pain to deal with, but I’m going to deal with it.
It’ll be a bit strange to have an ID that has me with long hair on my face, and head.
My initial hedging on it, is passed.
I do wish I could get a haircut at Georgetown while I was in the is-he-going-to-die-after-his-infusion period.
Have you ever unintentionally poisoned someone against another person because you hated them?
No. Doing that is exactly the opposite to how I live. I play Sir Robin.
Still, there’s a difference. One of the reasons I’m getting counseling, is that I know bad things could happen, and I really don’t care.
All I ask is that if you’re going to harm me, please leave a record of it.
If you’re going to harm me, own it.
That, too, reflects back on how I live my life. Have I ever done anything I regret? Certainly. Have I done anything that causes terrible embarrassment? No. Nothing. Now that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do some things differently, wouldn’t place confidence in some individuals, but I think nearly everything I’ve done was justifiable.
Front page of Bing was this, which is a video clip.
The woke crowd will say he’s a set-up. Whatever. I do believe in life, liberty, and property. If that makes me a bad person, so be it. Kill me for it, just do it when the cameras are rolling. You can’t hide everything forever.
But on a somewhat-related note, and in line with what I’ve been barking about the last few days, all of this is killing mom-and-pop shops.
The fruits of someone else’s labor are not yours to give, but they’re also not yours to take.
Even if you know better than me.