In case you were wondering where this was going I’m riffing on “I have no mouth, and I must scream”. I have a computer and I must blog.
It is kinda weird, I don’t have anything specific to say, but I have to write about it. I think this is called compulsive behavior, or something similar. It’s annoying, but at a level I can deal with. What’s really annoying is I’m making absolutely no progress on the Sprint-T lately. The changes to the frame to make it easier to get in and out are done, and detail design for the engine and transmission mounts await actually buying the engine and transmission so I know what I have and where it goes.
On other fronts I have to make an appointment with the lab rat keeper to re-up my scrips for my meds and see if they can do anything about my injured leg and foot blowing up like a balloon and causing pain and scarring on the top of my foot. Seriously I have 2 pairs of socks that feel like my foot is in a vice and make marks across the top of my foot that linger for weeks after I change them, they are my “no show” socks from Hoonigans and as the name suggests they are not visible when I’m wearing shoes.
I had to stop and take a 5 hour break because I had a headache and stomachache. I don’t know what caused it but I pretty much passed out on the bed for a couple of hours so I think part of the problem is being awake during the day. I’m still woozy and sleepy and yawning and want to have a lie down so I don’t know what the problem is. Well part of the problem is I’m old and worn out. I got a racing magazine today that has a regular obituary column of who died the previous month and I was older than about half of the people listed. Since I already died once I didn’t feel so bad about reading about them because I came so close to getting there first.
I guess part of the problem is all my discretionary income has been diverted to house projects and medical issues and isn’t enough to cover either of them. Or in technical terms I’m p’ and can’t even buy a vowel. Seriously, things are ungood. I need more income to cover basic needs of medical care and shelter. I need to have a project to do. All of that costs money. And money is a resource in short supply at Casa de El Poeta.