Confessions

Perhaps you all need to consume more whiskey to make sleep a more viable option.

 

This I have tried. Turns out I stay awake with a massive fucking headache, and I piss off the person next to me because I keep having to go to the bathroom. Tried twice. Not happening again.

 

I am sorry.
I don't claim any for of medication/self-medication to be perfect.
I am not WebMD, though I think I would be far superior in diagnosis
and not give you 2 weeks to live from simply having the common cold.

 

Two weeks? You must have cracked the password for webMD.com/incrediblyoptimistic

 

Well sir, I am going off of modern medicine, and the fact that most people don't keel
over from the common cold. If I had an insta-cure for that and everything else, I would
let you and the rest of the world know. Cause I would like to think on some level that
humanity should be able to live an extra 10-20 years on average by not having to deal
with perfectly curable things. Also I think 150 is about the maximum the human body
could live to, under current 'modern' medicine constraints, but that is extremely optimistic
given that the eldest know person is averaging about 120.

"Live Long and Prosper"- Spock-TOS

 

I love the Blue's Clues reboot cause reasons.

Also I can't sleep without my Genie plush.

 

I never registered with Selective Service.

 

-SIN

 

My roommate never registered either. He got a very stern letter, addressed to "PFC J. Schmuckatelli, B Co, etc etc..."

 

Never got that letter, but could have. I enlisted at 17 and veterans (at that time, anyway) weren't required to register. Just today I looked up my draft number and found it was 267, so I wouldn't have been called anyway.

 

Same for my friend, and active duty certainly weren't required to register, it was just a computer or bored secretarial screwup. The really bizarre thing was that it didn't arrive at his parents' house, but at the company mailroom with his rank and everything correct.

 

'The holidays' mean nothing to me except as the beginning of winter, and I hate winter.

 

Aww, grouchy bear!

 

I wish. I'd be hibernating.

 

I went to my mom's husband's funeral today.
Got to see a Freemasons service, and I was
enlisted in casket carrying duties.
(Boy them wood boxes are heavy as hell).
My mom said he was my stepdad, but I think
of him as a good acquaintance. Mainly due to
not really knowing the guy, or being around
in-state for most of their marriage. I miss him,
but not as much as those who really knew him.
What do that say about I?

 

I think Karma is satisfied if you're concerned. I say it's fine to be wistful about missed opportunities. Take what comes now and explore it, I guess?

 

Both of my step-parents came into my real parents' lives while I was in the Marines, so there's no sort of parental relationship between us. One I like, and one I loathe, and I've been largely out of my families' lives for nearly twenty years.

What to say about either of us?

 

At 17, I shunned my dad's attempt to reacquaint with me. He showed up at my house out of the blue, and I short-answered him and he left. Fucking teen angst!

So yeah, I can easily forgive everybody else.

 

I absolutely love winter. No one else I know enjoys it really. I'll take all of it!

I've slept with a teddy bear for my entire life. I don't sleep well without him.

 

Nice. I have a narwhal instead of a bear.

 

That must have gone over well at MCRD.

 

I was limited in hiding places.

 

I suspect you'd have to be careful rolling over in bed as well. I mean ...why not a stuffed porcupine? Or a cactus? Or a toy blackberry bush?

 

What's wrong with my cactus, Mrs. Pickles?