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Cabin Fever 2020

Memorializing Memorial Day

As might be expected, Memorial Day here was pretty uneventful. My wife and I spent an inordinate amount of time doing paperwork; what’s new? But I did manage to plow through The Great War on Netflix.

Overall impression? I don’t know that I can give a more emphatic “meh.” It is refreshing to see that WWI has been getting more attention lately. I don’t know that there’s a film that’s really captured the horror.

I’ve written before about riding as my dad snaked us through The Somme, seeing where his grandfather had fought.

Later, in high school while running the hills (football training) near our quarters in Heidelberg, seeing the incredible number of headstones in the cemetery that read 1915-18. Wait, why are all these dates before the most important war in human history? Corporate press tells us that!

If you can’t trust the media, who can you trust?

Note that this was before Tom Brokaw’s 90s/2000s “Greatest Generation” obsession, and things like Saving Private Ryan, or the ultimate movie about WWII, Pearl Harbor. (Yes, the sarcasm is intended.)

But I had two big take-aways I scribbled down. (And I don’t know that they’d really fit an Okay With This entry…)

  • The writers/producers spent an incredible amount of effort glossing over how badly Wilson screwed up so many things. I don’t know if it was intentional, but Lusitania’s sinking was really pushed to the back, though it was still listed as a civilian ship; a passenger liner. I shouldn’t be surprised that there’s no mention of why it’s a more dangerous wreck to dive, despite having sank years after Titanic in much shallower water. Why can’t people dive Lusitania? Oh, the ammo that the US had been sending the British is scattered across the seabed and could cook off at pretty much any time. They also leaned heavily on Black soldiers and their role in the US Army atop the discrimination they faced back stateside. No mention of Wilson’s resegregation of the US Government (including the military). Yes, the people featured were heroes. I understand that the focus on the contributions of the minorities is important for cinematic awards consideration, but I do wonder if it was more than a little over the top. If you consider it too long, you reach a real indictment of what Hollywood’s become in the past twenty or so years. I don’t recall seeing things about LGBTQ, and wonder if that might push this out of cinematic awards consideration. They did touch on some of the Communist stuff following the war, but omit talking about things like the Palmer Raids. There really isn’t any discussion about how authoritarian Wilson and his allies were. Have I gone full Glenn Beck with my dislike of him? Hardly. That said, the more I see, the more I notice “the left” trying to gloss over what he did. Who was a bigger enemy of freedom? Donald Trump or A. Mitchell Palmer?
  • Along those lines, they spoke glowingly of The League of Nations, and what it would have brought. The Treaty of Versailles was great had it been followed, there wouldn’t have been a World War II. No mention of how the US Senate didn’t ratify the treaty, and that the US remained at war with The Triple Entente (Ottoman Empire, Austria-Hungary, and Germany) until Harding was President in the 1920s. What was actually finished and ratified after the US failed to support was far, far, far more extreme than what the US rejected. The audacity is rivaled by what the Democrats did here in Virginia after their 2025 win.

Governor Langley’s actions won’t be as detrimental, but they are comparably reckless.

So final take on the documentary? i didn’t give it a “thumbs down,” but it’s one of the few things I’ve seen that didn’t even warrant a lukewarm endorsement.

Do I make bits of this an OWT entry? Don’t know. I probably should. I’m cramming my brain enough with it, but I really don’t know if I have anything that anyone will care aobut hearing. But that’s okay; everything gets deleted, eventually. Including my scatterbrained missives.

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Scarred Brain murmurings

Will To Write

I thought that, maybe, I had imported one of my old entries that would have covered Memorial Day of 1999. Nope. I didn’t actually start writing on OD until a few months later.

The impetus was watching the kinda nasty weather here in the Beltway Swamp.

I remember being at the Virginia Beach Oceanfront with friends, one of whom had posted something on Facebook last night.

It was cold.

Search around to see what the date of Memorial Day was in 1999; May 31.

It’d been warm during the day, but rain had moved in, and we were shivering, looking for restaurants where the underage amongst the group could get in. (Yes, I was underage, myself, but my ID said I was four years older than I was because the clerk at the DMV in Biloxi read my “9” as a “5.” I wrote my numbers like a European. It’s like I grew up there or something..)

But this Memorial Day isn’t as late as it was in 1999. Even through I’m 200 miles north, the weather is remarkably similar.

If I was healthy enough, though it looks like the rain is pretty much finished, I think my experience would be similar. I doubt if those old shorts are around they’d fit. And there’s no way I’d be able to keep top-siders on my feet.

So, back to the subject, I do want to pound things out. I need to sample through the writing prompts I got as a birthday present, and set some of those up for use later this year.

Do I do my summer streak?

I probably shouldn’t do that.

Do I write on. my trip next month? Mmmm. Consideration.


I don’t know where I stumbled across this, but I’ve been watching more than is probably appropriate.

Also following along with the Iran news.

That last bit has me thinking about military folks. I should go see my dad; maybe when it warms up, and the crowds have subsided. But walking ANC isn’t something I think I can do, either.

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Scarred Brain murmurings

Here We Go

Kind of an odd week. I’m trying to figure out the best way to go through everything that happened.

Day-by-day doesn’t really work, unfortunately; many unexpected focus-shifts.

Health

My neurologist at Georgetown is doing something to go along with this research out of UCLA.

After the first few doses, and the Keysimpta, I became very accustomed to it. Normally, I’d take it in the afternoon after I’d finished work, and think nothing more about it. Nothing significant on last few MRIs, so either it’s working, or I’m still in remission.

But, as part of my somewhat-forced transition into disability, she changed my diagnosis to (Secondary) Progressive MS. Her colleague in the Neurology Department who’d seen me a few years ago, had put that in his paperwork in probably 2022.

Part of me didn’t want to accept that, but the signs have been there for a long time. I tried to do everything I could to stay in shape enough to see through what I’d been hired to do.

Anyway, with that, lots surrounding the preparations for getting into the study. There is a risk, sure, and I can probably go back to the Keysimpta if there’s problems, but this new approach might be best for me.

With the study, they’re going to cover pretty much all my MS-related medical expenses for the duration, which might be five years. The med is a twice-daily capsule; I think I can figure out how to take those. They’ll also cover my transportation to and from Georgetown, as well as the tests at Georgetown. Blood draws every three months. MRIs at prescribed intervals. Okay. That I’m accustomed to those sorts of tests, now, helps a ton. Even if we move, I think I can figure out getting there as needed. Since it’s done apart from insurance-covered care, I don’t anticipate any major issues. If we end up back in Tidewater, I hop on the Northeast Regional, and go from Union Stations to Georgetown. If it’s somewhere farther away, I fly to DCA or IAD. Fine. Should I finally say that DC is now my home?

But, more MS-related stuff, I did see her a couple of weeks ago. She wants me to do more physical therapy to improve balance and walking. So, Thursday, I went to see a physical therapist at Georgetown. Nice visit. Provided three strengthening exercises to do, and he wants to see me twice-a-week.

Hm. Yeah, that’s going to take a lot of time, and will likely eat basically a third of a day, but fine. It’s not like I’m doing anything else big at the moment. Told him of my travel plans next month; that should be fine. If he, himself, isn’t available, I can work with one of his colleagues who does neurological stuff.

Georgetown replaced the coffee shop on the lower level with a Dunkin franchise. *digs through archives to see if I’d written here about it* Nope. But that coffee shop they used to have there was the source of the worst coffee I’d ever had. This was the period where I was getting my Tysabri infusions at the Clinical Research Unit. I knew it was very cold outside, and I was going to have to wait for a while; okay, cup of coffee to warm me up. I think I had about three sips, and ended up throwing it away.

Anyway, it’s now a Dunkin. Pretty busy. And the coffee is okay, generally affordable. Big latte to take me through the ride back home.

I can do this a couple of times per week. Apologies to the cabbie if I stink of sweat; I can do this.

I spent yesterday trying to figure out how much it’d cost, and what the twice-per-week visits would cost. For Thursday’s trip, all I’d paid was my fee for Paratransit, and the bit I’d spent buying coffee and Munchkins. (They were trying to clear out what they had for the day. I was hungry. Not necessarily the flavor I’d normally have chosen, but they were good. My wife liked the half I left for her, too.) Okay, so that whole trip cost me twenty bucks, maybe, between the paratransit and the coffee and donuts. Hm. Okay, well, I can probably swing that regularly.

But how much did I owe the hospital, and how much will I have to pay if I do the twice-per-week thing? Many rounds of looking, fighting with the insurer’s iOS app, and several phone calls.

Ouch.

Probably $200 per week.

Where am I on my out-of-pocket max for the insurance?

Yeah, that’s probably not happening.

We’ll see what my neurologist says when she’s back Tuesday. The place I went last time doesn’t really focus on the sorts of things the guy I saw at Georgetown wants to work on. If memory serves, going there was something like $80 per visit. Maybe?

Money

Speaking of that, I finally got my denied private disability payment, minus the portion the lawyer kept. There’s a lot I could say about that, but my comments are reserved for the National MS Society who referred me after the period of performance. They may relay my thoughts as they see fit. I am doing the Social Security Disability stuff, too, as the private insurer is going to force me to do that at some point. That process takes an incredible amount of time; I don’t expect the first denial until probably Thanksgiving.

But I did get a majority of what had been owed since last Summer. And, even on this stunted bit, we should be able to pay our bills with even more tightening.

Next steps are figuring out what to do going forward. I guess I can’t do what I’d planned, and contribute to Roth IRAs because the income will be from insurance, not work.

I can put money into my brokerage account, and further juice those, but I’m inclined to go with one of the managed investment firms. Getting to where I’d need to be to start actually looks straightforward.

But it’s something for next week. I’m also going to have to pay one of my credit cards. Yes, doing that isn’t a big deal, and I shouldn’t be concerned; we’ve got enough to do it several times over, but I’m still uncomfortable with owing anyone anything.

Even the delayed-payment thing I have for my tooth issue gives me a bit of anxiety. But that sort of brings me to…

Politics

I wanted to write something about some of the things that happened over the past week. Just can’t find the motivation to finish.

The Virginia Democrats lost at SCOTUS on their

Day-by-day doesn’t really work, unfortunately; many unexpected forus-shifts.

Health

My neurologist at Georgetown is doing something to go along with this research out of UCLA.

After the first few doses, and the Keysimpta, I became very accustomed to it. Normally, I’d take it in the afternoon after I’d finished work, and think nothing more about it. Nothing significant on last few MRIs, so either it’s working, or I’m still in remission.

But, as part of my somewhat-forced transition into disability, she changed my diagnosis to (Secondary) Progressive MS. Her colleague in the Neurology Department who’d seen me a few years ago, had put that in his paperwork in probably 2022.

Part of me didn’t want to accept that, but the signs have been there for a long time. I tried to do everything I could to stay in shape enough to see through what I’d been hired to do.

Anyway, with that, lots surrounding the preparations for getting into the study. There is a risk, sure, and I can probably go back to the Keysimpta if there’s problems, but this new approach might be best for me.

With the study, they’re going to cover pretty much all my MS-related medical expenses for the duration, which might be five years. The med is a twice-daily capsule; I think I can figure out how to take those. They’ll also cover my transportation to and from Georgetown, as well as the tests at Georgetown. Blood draws every three months. MRIs at prescribed intervals. Okay. That I’m accustomed to those sorts of tests, now, helps a ton. Even if we move, I think I can figure out getting there as needed. Since it’s done apart from insurance-covered care, I don’t anticipate any major issues. If we end up back in Tidewater, I hop on the Northeast Regional, and go from Union Stations to Georgetown. If it’s somewhere farther away, I fly to DCA or IAD. Fine. Should I finally say that DC is now my home?

But, more MS-related stuff, I did see her a couple of weeks ago. She wants me to do more physical therapy to improve balance and walking. So, Thursday, I went to see a physical therapist at Georgetown. Nice visit. Provided three strengthening exercises to do, and he wants to see me twice-a-week.

Hm. Yeah, that’s going to take a lot of time, and will likely eat basically a third of a day, but fine. It’s not like I’m doing anything else big at the moment. Told him of my travel plans next month; that should be fine. If he, himself, isn’t available, I can work with one of his colleagues who does neurological stuff.

Georgetown replaced the coffee shop on the lower level with a Dunkin franchise. *digs through archives to see if I’d written here about it* Nope. But that coffee shop they used to have there was the source of the works coffee I’d ever had. This was the period where I was getting my Tysabri infusions at the Clinical Research Unit. I knew it was very cold outside, and I was going to have to wait for a while; okay, cup of coffee to warm me up. I think I had about three sips, and ended up throwing it away.

Anyway, it’s now a Dunkin. Pretty busy. And the coffee is okay, generally affordable. Big latte to take me through the ride back home.

I can do this a couple of times per week. Apologies to the cabbie if I stink of sweat; I can do this.

I spent yesterday trying to figure out how much it’d cost, and what the twice-per-week visits would cost. For Thursday’s trip, all I’d paid was my fee for Paratransit, and the bit I’d spent buying coffee and Munchkins. (They were trying to clear out what they had for the day. I was hungry. Not necessarily the flavor I’d normally have chosen, but they were good. My wife liked the half I left for her, too.) Okay, so that whole trip cost me twenty bucks, maybe, between the paratransit and the coffee and donuts. Hm. Okay, well, I can probably swing that regularly.

But how much did I owe the hospital, and how much will I have to pay if I do the twice-per-week thing? Many rounds of looking, fighting with the insurer’s iOS app, and several phone calls.

Ouch.

Probably $200 per week.

Where am I on my out-of-pocket max for the insurance?

Yeah, that’s probably not happening.

We’ll see what my neurologist says when she’s back Tuesday. The place I went last time doesn’t really focus on the sorts of things the guy I saw at Georgetown wants to work on. If memory serves, going there was something like $80 per visit. Maybe?

Money

Speaking of that, I finally got my denied private disability payment, minus the portion the lawyer kept. There’s a lot I could say about that, but my comments are reserved for the National MS Society who referred me after the period of performance. They may relay my thoughts as they see fit. I am doing the Social Security Disability stuff, too, as the private insurer is going to force me to do that at some point. That process takes an incredible amount of time; I don’t expect the first denial until probably Thanksgiving.

But I did get a majority of what had been owed since last Summer. And, even on this stunted bit, we should be able to pay our bills with even more tightening.

Next steps are figuring out what to do going forward. I guess I can’t do what I’d planned, and contribute to Roth IRAs because the income will be from insurance, not work.

I can put money into my brokerage account, and further juice those, but I’m inclined to go with one of the managed investment firms. Getting to where I’d need to be to start actually looks straightforward.

But it’s something for next week. I’m also going to have to pay one of my credit cards. Yes, doing that isn’t a big deal, and I shouldn’t be concerned; we’ve got enough to do it several times over, but I’m still uncomfortable with owing anyone anything.

Even the delayed-payment thing I have for my tooth issue gives me a bit of anxiety. But that sort of brings me to…

Politics

I wanted to write something about some of the things that happened over the past week. Just can’t find the motivation to finish.

The Virginia Democrats lost at SCOTUS on their Byrd Machine-style-redistricting, and Governor Langley decided she wasn’t going to fight further. Even despite them also throwing out the strange interpretation of of the Voting Rights Act that put restrictions only on states that were in the Confederacy. So there’s very long, misshapen, districts to have districts that are majority African American.

Those restrictions didn’t apply to the North, which is why you had people like Charles Rangel, a black Democrat, representing a district that was majority-Black in the 60s, 70s, and 80s, and had turned into a majority-Hispanic district.

That wouldn’t have been allowed in North Carolina. If a district was majority-Black in 1993, it had to remain majority-Black in 2023.

Virginia passed a constitutional amendment years ago that assigned this to an independent commission. VA Dems tried to short-circuit this “to restore” fairness after the Biden DOJ sued Texas for diluting majority-Black districts with Hispanics.

The appeals were still working until OrangeManBad was elected again. DOJ under Legally-Barbie dropped the case. But TX had already embarked on mid-cycle redistricting.

I could probably go on for hours about the machinations. Long story short, Virginia probably won’t be able to gerrymander like much of the rest of the Northeast until its Constitutional Amendment is repealed. That probably can’t happen until 2029, and the “emergency” is already over.

Expand. The. House. Take a state’s census population, divide by the smallest state’s population, and round UP to the next whole number. Then there’s less need to fiddle with districts, and you basically fix the Electoral College.

But in the middle of all the chattering about the redistricting, there were primary elections Tuesday.

Bill Cassidy lost the Republican primary for the Senate in Louisiana. That’s not entirely surprising considering a couple of his disagreements with OrangeManBad.

But, in the House, Thomas Massie lost his primary.

He had been in a battle with OrangeManBad over various issues. More often than not, I agreed with Massie on spending. The system set up under Pelosi, and enhanced by Paul Ryan, guarantee that budgets done go through normal order, and massive spending is achieved through reconciliation later.

Or, sometimes not. See; DHS funding amidst the squabbles over ICE.

Much like his purported hero, RON PAUL, Massie didn’t have a ton of bills to illustrate that he actually restrained spending.

But he, along with Ro Khanna a Cali Democrat, undertook this effort to show that everyone on Planet Earth was in the Epstein Files, and that OrangeManBad had raped children.

The vast majority of sitting members of Congress voted for a “transparency act,” and Massie led some of the hearings about things that were inside the files.

Yes, there were a few things. Andrew is now “the former” Prince for good reason.

This from TheFP provided good information. Many of the things included identified people who had passing associations with Epstein, and the the most-salacious accusations circulating places like Instagram and Facebook were actually reworked pieces from past conspiracies; McMartin Preschool, “Pizzagate,” etc. Little was actionable after many of “the victims” had accepted settlement money.

But, DON’T YOU WANT TO KNOW?! Actually, without something firmer than some crackhead’s assertion to investigators, no, no I don’t.

The airing of the unredacted stuff is incredibly irresponsible. With a couple of exceptions, Andrew, Peter Mandelson, and maybe the Treasury guy who communicated with him later, there really isn’t anything terribly interesting.

The Germans were faced with similar dilemmas when releasing information collected and stored by The Stasi. If memory serves, if a living person was listed, he, and he, alone, was given the information. If the informant was still alive, the subject could disclose. If the informant and subject were both dead, the government could disclose. If the informant was dead, the subject could release.

Care was taken.

But Congress, at Massie’s behest, chose to release everything.

If you’re a politician who voted for the release, you’ve forever lost my vote.

So Massie falls into that camp, and I’m not at all sad he lost. Even if there’s questions about the guy who ousted him.


Those restrictions didn’t apply to the North, which is why you had people like Charles Rangel, a black Democrat, representing a district that was majority-Black in the 60s, 70s, and 80s, and had turned into a majority-Hispanic district.

That wouldn’t have been allowed in North Carolina. If a district was majority-Black in 1993, it had to remain majority-Black in 2023.

Virginia passed a constitutional amendment years ago that assigned this to an independent commission. VA Dems tried to short-circuit this “to restore” fairness after the Biden DOJ sued Texas for diluting majority-Black districts with Hispanics.

The appeals were still working until OrangeManBad was elected again. DOJ under Legally-Barbie dropped the case. But TX had already embarked on mid-cycle redistricting.

I could probably go on for hours about the machinations. Long story short, Virginia probably won’t be able to gerrymander like much of the rest of the Northeast until its Constitutional Amendment is repealed. That probably can’t happen until 2029, and the “emergency” is already over.

Expand. The. House. Take a state’s census population, divide by the smallest state’s population, and round UP to the next whole number. Then there’s less need to fiddle with districts, and you basically fix the Electoral College.

But in the middle of all the chattering about the redistricting, there were primary elections Tuesday.

Bill Cassidy lost the Republican primary for the Senate in Louisiana. That’s not entirely surprising considering a couple of his disagreements with OrangeManBad.

But, in the House, Thomas Massie lost his primary.

He had been in a battle with OrangeManBad over various issues. More often than not, I agreed with Massie on spending. The system set up under Pelosi, and enhanced by Paul Ryan, guarantee that budgets done go through normal order, and massive spending is achieved through reconciliation later.

Or, sometimes not. See; DHS funding amidst the squabbles over ICE.

Much like his purported hero, RON PAUL, Massie didn’t have a ton of bills to illustrate that he actually restrained spending.

But he, along with Ro Khanna a Cali Democrat, undertook this effort to show that everyone on Planet Earth was in the Epstein Files, and that OrangeManBad had raped children.

The vast majority of sitting members of Congress voted for a “transparency act,” and Massie led some of the hearings about things that were inside the files.

Yes, there were a few things. Andrew is now “the former” Prince for good reason.

This from TheFP provided good information. Many of the things included identified people who had passing associations with Epstein, and the the most-salacious accusations circulating places like Instagram and Facebook were actually reworked pieces from past conspiracies; McMartin Preschool, “Pizzagate,” etc. Little was actionable after many of “the victims” had accepted settlement money.

But, DON’T YOU WANT TO KNOW?! Actually, without something firmer than some crackhead’s assertion to investigators, no, no I don’t.

The airing of the unredacted stuff is incredibly irresponsible. With a couple of exceptions, Andrew, Peter Mandelson, and maybe the Treasury guy who communicated with him later, there really isn’t anything terribly interesting.

The Germans were faced with similar dilemmas when releasing information collected and stored by The Stasi. If memory serves, if a living person was listed, he, and he, alone, was given the information. If the informant was still alive, the subject could disclose. If the informant and subject were both dead, the government could disclose. If the informant was dead, the subject could release.

Care was taken.

But Congress, at Massie’s behest, chose to release everything.

If you’re a politician who voted for the release, you’ve forever lost my vote.

So Massie falls into that camp, and I’m not at all sad he lost. Even if there’s questions about the guy who ousted him.


After that, I can’t bring myself to write further. I’d started on a longer Substack post about it, but I get too angry/distracted to finish. And I think I’ve hammered out enough for today.

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I’m really not on drugs

When I was much younger, I could almost guarantee tequila would yield some outrageous dreams.

It doesn’t really work that way anymore. But part of the reason I was referred to my psychologist was some really disturbing dreams stemming from an experimental treatment I was taking. Holy cow.

What I was taking, is a pretty-common OTC antihistamine, “Tavist” which fell out of favor because it really is sleep-inducing.

Long story short on the research study, my neurologist plucked me out of it after the dreams, but the other university doing the study 86’d it after it wasn’t showing results. (It’s a shame, really, because this is a drug from the 1960s/70s, which is incredibly cheap. Nobody really makes it anymore because it knocks you out so hard, but it’s cheap…)

I’ve continued seeing the psychologist after they pulled me off the drug, because I developed all sorts of rumination to deal with my various MS symptoms. If memory serves, I have the “Pure O” version of OCD. I cannot say enough positive things about the techniques my doctor’s given me. While, physically, my condition continues to decline, there are a ton of other things I can now do that would have been absolutely unthinkable just a few years ago.

But. Back to the dreams, themselves. I take notes on um, uncomfortable, dreams I have. The doctor and I try to relate some of the more-unusual things to both physical symptoms, and what’s going on in my life.

I often dream I’m in mud or snow, trying to balance on a narrow path. Checks out with my worsening gait, and the numbness I’ve had from my ribcage down for more than the past fifteen years.

Interesting stuff, too, as my eyesight has continued to deteriorate. I did dream in color. Now everything’s kind of an unremarkable blur. Lots of brown and gray, which fits with the muddy and snowy surroundings.

I also don’t see numbers on displays anymore. No digital clocks. No looking at my watch. No needle on a speedometer.

I do dream of driving, still, occasionally, even though I stopped doing that in, uhhhh, 2012?

But last night’s dream was strange enough that it prompted a note.


Walking through another strange environment. Me, an old friend, and Katie Herzog

Somehow I absolutely shattered my carbon-fiber cane walking around. Putting any pressure on it would cause the collapsible shaft to come through the handle and scratch my hand. 

Bathrooms stop before exiting this forsaken place (absolutely influenced by a video of Vulture Ridge). We’re waiting on a bench having a spirited conversation. Someone ended an emphatic statement with, “Period.”

I chime in, “double space.”

A woman passing by nodded. So I quickly polled the assemblage; ‘“two spaces between sentences?”

The older crowd agreed for the most part, but there was one guy who had no idea what I was taking about.

Katie, embarrassed, then started crying. 


I think I’d stumbled across something in one of the Spencer Pratt campaign videos showing a whole park, “Vulture Ridge,” maybe inside one of the wealthier neighborhoods in LA.

Part of the world that’s completely foreign to me. But, despite my longtime opinion of him being a complete dourchenozzle, there’s still an affinity I have for SoCal pre-riots, pre-Northridge quake, pre bad politics.

I need to stop drinking coffee so late into the day.

As far as the drugs go, I’m strangely intrigued to get Aaron Rodgers high now that it looks like I’m finally finished having to take whiz quizzes.

But I really dislike the stench of burning weed. Tobacco I can do; some of it I actually like. Marijuana? Notsomuch.