Three out of four, so far.

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While I am not doing extremely well, minor stomach upset, sleep irregularities, and a few other things, I have been able to take care of several appointments with relative ease, showing up on time showered and ready.  One more to go.  Well, I didn't shower this morning, but I did shower last evening.  I was up too early, and the meeting last night was later, meaning little time for sleep.  I set the alarm for 5:00, though I suspected I would need to reset it to 6:00, which I did.  I don't know if I will get to keep my driver license or not.  I do believe I will speak to some admin at the V.A., to keep V.A. staff and such from viewing my blog, at least at work.  And to have someone speak with these folk, to help them understand that writers write.  They seem... astoundingly unsophisticated regarding some matters.  Doctors, quite often, are just nerds with white lab coats, mind you.  Still, I believe a little chat with their superiors might be helpful. 

Well, and they are generally required to be secular.  They are not allowed to judge sin, so it's all good... except for those who do believe in sin.  Those who believe in sin, to their eyes, become the sinner.  But given the power, they will use force to require treatments to their specs.  A testament of which is that there have been many laws written to prevent them fro forcing any patient against their will.  Which is what they are trying to get around with the DoT paperwork they are jerking me around regarding.  The intern gave poor numbers, suggesting "he" had never seen me before, in spite of the fact that the actual doctor has seen me many times.  And has monitored my situation, even when he wasn't the attending.  That is what happens when medical become bureaucratic, and there is no real choice.  Oh... you'll see, shortly.

Lunch at Round Robin.  Just a burger, but a real one, and fries.  A glass of tea.  Nothing fancy.  I am weary.  Three days in a row, and one more, might cause me to go down a bit.  Though maybe not.  I am feeling quite good, if I might not do much else today.  It was mostly the drive.  It isn't long, but it is harried.  Bumper to bumper, at times.  The minor stress isn't terrible, I simply am not used to it.  It's not a regular thing.  I do love to drive, even great distances, if I need a reason.  Heavy traffic isn't driving, as I term it, mind you.  It is merely not wrecking.  An annoyance, and a somewhat dangerous one.

After I found music I recently played, I decided to purchase the first two seasons of series about Hannibal.  While it is clever, and interesting from a crime and psychology perspective, it isn't really what I had hoped.  From previous movies on the topic, Hannibal is seen more as a... dark angel?  Someone who deals darkly with people who do evil.  In the mini-series, so far anyway, he is presented as a mere, if exceptionally smooth, psychopath.  He seems to murder, and use, merely for pleasure.  After I view the next season, if that is how they are presenting the story, I will not continue with the line.  I have no interest in pure psychopaths.  I do have an interest in monsters who, over the edge or not, at least believe what they are doing is warranted.  More so if what they do is actually valid.  I'm not seeing that.  Clever, witty, possibly deep if some things end up unraveling a certain way, but... dull at it's core.  Psychopaths are not interesting.  I am not even sure, as with true agnostics, they can even be called evil.  Just... twisted creatures with no empathy, no life, no purpose, no... anything.  What they do might be called evil, but they can't be.  If they don't have a true higher purpose, do not suffer decisions, do not have a goal, they are merely the dead infecting the living.

Hmm?  Oh, examples?  The Hannibal from the movies, for the most part.  Perhaps excessive, perhaps.  But the people he killed seemed to be psychopaths themselves, sometimes worse.  But the pointless ones.  Or ones who where privileged and protected from justice.  Real examples?  National security agents, and servicemen, who kill people who are doing harm but who are otherwise protected.  Federal agents who take down, and often kill in doing so, criminal elements who have political, financial, and other protections.  But, sometimes, the system purely fails.  It is nice to believe there are men who are willing to do what it takes, at personal risk, to do what the system can't, or won't, but should.  Hannibal, from the movies, as a general rule, was such an individual.  Not so much in the mini-series.  Not from what I have seen.  Bleh.

I have also been reading.  I had not read H.P. Lovecraft up to this point.  While I have ready many monster, and dark themed writers, I had not even heard of H.P.  From what I have gathered recently, it was as if Lovecraft was considered the Ozzborne of writing, and so was kept from young avid readers.  By the system, mostly.  Librarians in small towns... neglected to order such.  E.A. Poe was pushing things for most of them, though I was able to find many of his books at quite a young age.  Being a librarian's pet, commonly, I was offered things that were not easy to find, or actually hidden.  I am not exactly what this story in the compendium is about, should find out soon enough.  I had stopped reading for a bit, headaches from speed reading and that distastefully awful story by that wretched femi-modernist-nasty sort of put me off.  Well, and the collection I am reading is tale after story, so I can't ever really get too far into the stories before having to start with a new topic, different pace, other author...  It seems I have to gear up, gather enough information, then I kick into high gear.

That's that for that.  When I go to town next, I'll figure out to whom to send the form.  I think I will be home the rest of the week though.  I have something planned for sometime on the weekend.  And I do hope to do some cleaning here at home.  I may have to figure out storage.  I probably, just in case, need to prepare to move.  Most things, what I will keep anyway, need to go into storage.  The rest will simply be discarded.  I won't move into the city.  I will probably just set up my gear and go homeless.  Camp around, backcountry living.  I won't be forced into city living.  Save up, purchase a mule most likely, and...  I have some doubts if the home will sell, so I'll just let it go back to the bank.  I knew I should have gotten a real, non-bureaucratic doctor.  Too late now, possibly.

Later.