27 January 2014
0700 hrs
Hu and all that, Patient Reader.
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Glad you could return for another
step in the journey of the Cunning Fennec Fox.
I realize that there has been a dearth in the matter of postings; their
rarity and brevity nearly without an excuse.
There is an explanation, though . . .
Ecole . . . Escuela . . . School . . .
Very busy is the Fox these days,
good and Patient Reader . . . but hey, I
am working hard, at least. I should have
some projects and essays that I can start posting here on CFF, and soon. I plan
on taking photos of some of the graphic art that I have been making. Stay tuned for that.
Still
buried up to the gills in insomnia, but what’s a Mad Fox to do? I eschew medications for the simple reason
that they tend to, well, medicate. And I
just don’t need to walk around stoned like that whilst I busy myself with what
is known as life.
Similarly,
these meds usually have an inconvenient side-effect known as Somnambulism; an
affliction under which I already suffer without the added effects of
sedative/hypnotics, thangyaverrmudge. I
mean, who wants to sleepwalk in the first place, let alone while under the
influence of a medication from which it is even harder to awaken? Not me, thanks.
Strange things happen while one
sleepwalks . . . hell, there might even
be peril afoot. I’ve been known to drive
while sleepwalking; I even had a casual incident with the mother of an ex-fiancée
(that’s not the reason for the EX part, in case you were wondering, Patient
Reader!) who was bored with her own life and needed a bit of a charge. I suppose that charge sufficed when it
involved her own daughter’s beau, and honestly, without going into the sloshy
details, I was made aware of the incident long after (well, ok . . . a week after) said casual act occurred. I am not proud, simply iterating the caution
with which I medicate, and have medicated since.
Alcohol is a no-go, too. Contrary to popular belief, “passed out” is not the same as “sound sleep.” In fact, alcohol-induced sleep is more
restless than natural sleep. That,
coupled with the inherent dehydration of drinking strong drink, is the majority
of that fucked-up hangover from which, surely, most of us have
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So what do I do? Count electric sheep? RRRUB one out? (ok, sometimes) . . . Suffer through it? Well, that is what I have been going on about since you all have known me,
yes? Study ‘til midnight or so as the
brain turns to mush . . . then what to
do for the next 3 hours? Watch Hulu or
Movie Planet or even perhaps PBS until I cannot keep those Soft Honey Browns
open any longer . . . (You don’t mind if
I compliment myself, do you guys? Shit,
if I don’t, who will?)
So I just do what needs done to
navigate this world. Just like you do,
Dear and Patient Reader.
My good buddy Dr. -------- is going
in for her open-heart surgery soon. She
hasn’t told me the specific dates, ostensibly to keep me from concern, I
reckon. I have offered to be a handy
sort of dude while she recupes from such an invasion, but she has yet to take
me up on my offer. I do hope she
does. All I can do for now is Joke of
the Day her little bunzov. I gave her
two yesterday, to give me a head start.
All the jokes I know by heart are the Naughty Kind, so research is
needed. I do know some limericks, but
the same limitations apply.
At least she is upbeat, as she
should be. I do know that circa 3500 cardiac transplants are performed worldwide
per annum . . . Valve replacements have
been performed for much longer, and our country has the best medical schools in
the world, though our healthcare system, financially speaking, sucks turds like
nobody’s business. Yay, Obamacare. Yeah you Conservative Tightasses out there
(Dear and Patient Reader Republicans excepted, of course), we took your
pejorative and made out of it a Badge of Honor . . . Healthcare is a RIGHT, not a privilege. So eat it, if I may be so delicate.
Anyway, I look forward to another
cuppa with her, and soon. So Dr. -, if
you’re out there reading this, gimme a ring and let me know when and where and
you know I am there for you.
So what else is going on, Patient
Reader? Hmm. Well, I suppose I am going to pick up my mail
key today. It’s been a while since I
checked the mail, since I lost my keys back when. I have to take two buses to get to the
management offices, and that’s about three hours travel including freakin’ wait
time . . . That is why I have not been
able to squeeze it into my day.
Hopefully it’s already ready already.
Well, I suppose that you are now as
caught up as I have time for . . . Sheesh;
there really is a lot more to life than there is on the blog. I’ll keep you posted. I have a new poem I’d like to try out on you
. . . Soon, hopefully.
So, shall I say goodbye in the
usual fashion? Splendid!
And as always, I remain
The Cunning Fennec Fox.
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