where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die
madman101

Shoot the messenger!

You know when you bite into a hot pizza and you burn the roof of your mouth?  I've got that from eating salty cashews.  Too salty and over-roasted.

I am almost out of the latest brain relapse.  I should not go out until tomorrow, but am going today - library, movie, etc.  Yesterday, too unable to write, so I gave up on letters.  But I might be able to write one or two today, (then print/send at library).  So, that's good.  Man downstairs STILL banging on walls.  Despite my complaints.  He does this because he has made himself a buddy to the LL, psychopath that he is.  It's disgusting and completely evil  Attack me from the begging - try to catch me in his own game, which is in his head - and then declare that I am the problem.  How society looks to these bastards I shall never know.

Problem w/ going out today is that my replacement shoes might be left on the porch.  And you know how everyone loves shoes.
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