Yesterday I had some giant beef with the world, but in my eagerness to get away from the flourescent lights in 137 I forgot to blog it. Now I can't even remember what it was and that is telling.
Today I visited a doctor to try and clear up some stuff. I hadn't been to a doctor since my pre-Webb physical in the spring of 1998. A millenium ago, I know. Not much has changed; I got some decent advice but not much action. For now I'm just going to continue to help the Walgreens buy new yachts, so I suppose what's good for the goose is good for the gander.
It's minorly wintry here, which is creating quite the stir. Michigan's Lower Peninsulans are certainly plowing and shoveling fanatics - at no point during the night was the Huron Towers development without snow removal noise of some kind.
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