Right now I would love a little padded room with or with out a view. A good long rest and lots and lots of drugs to keep me from thinking about anything.
Now that that is out of my system what in the world have I got to say that is worth anyone reading?
The truth is not much of anything I guess but let's face it, it isn't going to stop me. If I get through this with a friend or relative left who will speak to me it will be a miracle. Hell I had a friend just tell me that she didn't want to talk to me because I was to engrossed in what I was trying to do. I don't blame her, she was right.
This fighting with this stupid box that we have all become so tied to, not to be confused with that little gadget we carry in our hands, is going to really send me to the nut farm. This of course will be after I throw the damn thing out the front door and take a shot gun to it. Yes at this point I am quite capable of of doing just that.
Imagine the satisfaction I would get out of that one violent action. Don't tell me that there is a one of you out there who hasn't had the same idea or something like it at some point in time.
My cell phone, I would love to take up skeet shooting and that little bast#@t the first 'pidgin' I take a pot shot at.
Now this isn't because of people calling, that isn't a really big problem these days, but because of the 'no service' that I seem to get more often than not when I am traveling. Have you ever wondered around an RV park, or anywhere for that matter, holding out your phone and contorting your body in all kinds of weird ways trying to get a signal? I have. Often. I must look like a dying hippo in horrendous pain. OK maybe a baby hippo.
Oh well I think I will try to get some sleep right after I set up my darling little box to defrag. If it gets up and walks out the door during the night I can't say that I will be too terribly upset. Oh wait I still have to get everything done for this damn book. This SOB better still be sitting here in the morning.