Still rough, too bad, so sad.

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Huh?  Mocking myself?  Gosh but I had some great mother types to model!  Sometimes zero sympathy was to be had from the adult skirt in the home.  Never le minde.

I just woke and dosed with aspirin and the water pill.  I think water had displaced the innards and bone cavity containers enough that they have to... work back into place.  It's not a comfortable thing.  That isn't what has kept me from work, mind you.  I simply have been exhausted.  I spent my allowance for two months for that nearly two week drive to, stay, and return from camp.  I cooked more than I usually do in a month alone.  As I have said, I run on rechargeable batteries that are on the edge of being junk.  The thing is, in a human type, you can't just replace them as you would in a tool or toy.  That spells death, or puts a very distinct date on the thing at the very least.  My batteries work fine, once charged.  It is the recharge rate that is defunct.  And I certainly discharged my batteries.

The recent post I wrote, considering conservativism and whether I still belonged was actually written for a new blog for which I am merely a guest writer.  Alexandria is the name of it.  If you know anything about the city from which that arrives, and a specific era of it, you know part of the draw.  But too, I wanted to do something... more formal.  And, yes, I am still known as Doom there.  So I haven't gone all mainstream on you.  Then again, I was assured that would not be required.  And I assured them that it would not happen.  So long as we were clear on things.  Three posts a month, after my first.  I will probably usually post them here first.  Transferring them over seemed to go very smoothly.  I've not worked with WordPress before, so... it's new.  Thing is, many of the fixes for blogspot I actually found in WordPress advice columns, oddly, and translated, so I have some working knowledge.  So, if you want to see Doom nearly at work, and his new place of vocational avocation, stop in and comment at Alexandria, or not.  It is weird.  It is almost like working from home.  I like that.

Nothing was done yesterday.  I am still pushing for things to happen though.  I feel like a shark stuck in a cage.  Work is a form of food, and it is 'right 'chere', I just... can't... get through that cage!  I will keep trying.  If I get neck strain from trying to force it I will simply take another aspirin!  Ugh!  Oh, and while I haven't found the cord yet, I checked my phone this morning.  It did turn on, but was nearly dead.  I was able to at least call my mother and let her know I was home, safe, and well.  She was happy to hear but didn't seem too worried, if she was at work.  I had to tell her three times, though, not to call tonight because my phone... well... is in the same shape I am... nearly dead.  And it is recharging about as fast as I am.  :p

Later.