Sunday the 29th (edit)

I sort of miss my newspaper job. I worked for a distributor; we supplied stores and street racks and my weekends were spent delivering 1000-2000 papers – before people stopped buying the Oregonian.

I lost that job almost two years ago. Time is going by without a mark; it sucks being unemployed.

I wish I was good at something. Besides being a fucking loser.

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Site meter isn’t working today; I can’t tell if anyone is reading the stuff I wrote. I suppose it shouldn’t matter; those words are for me, mostly.

(4:30 am Site Meter is down completely.  Like it never existed.  Site Meter told me that these entries were getting some attention, if not many notes.  Now, who knows.  OD traffic has been down lately anyway, and since I am running out of cash, I’d probably be leaving soon anyway.  Things are looking kind of hopeless and I am tired of it.  50 years may have been long enough)

My biker friend A turned 60 on Friday; the party was yesterday. My former wife has known A a long time; I introduced them in ’96. She sent me a text message telling me I should tell A that he was "the sexiest and coolest 60 year old" she knows, so I waited for a lull in the noise of conversation and delivered the message and it went over very well with the audience.

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I hope to get the results of the exam I took for VocRehab last week (I can’t spell that test and OD’s spell check is NO help). Neurological-psychological. Damn. Still not right… oh, maybe it is.  Spell Check says it’s right now.

Anyway, supposedly they were going to be waiting for the hospital paperwork from 1998 to compare and contrast.  Since the insurance ran out six months after the crash and the brain injury and the rehabilitation treatment ended then, I am curious to see what it says about me.

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I get a lot of use out of OD’s Spell Check; it seems like I can’t type very well any more.  The red lines Chrome (web browser) puts under mis-spelled words is distracting and frustrating.

That is not the only thing.  It would be nice to sleep and to get away from "all this".

My photobucket account where these pictures are stored is up for renewal in September – take a look now at the over ten thousand pics I’ve posted since 2004.  It looks like time is running out.

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