Having a rough night tonight, basically because I’ve got some medical stuff I want to take care of (like the callous on the bottom of my toe that’s going to get me my foot chopped off if I don’t get it scraped someday this century, and I’m down to my last bottle of Lantus and […]
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Before bed test revealed! 232 Blast that damned barista! According to spreadsheet, I’d correct a 232 with 8 units of insulin, but that’s only if I’m going to eat something beforehand, and it’s also bedtime, so I subtract 2 units. But I know that if I take 6 units I’m likely in for a nighttime
In the not-so-distant future, worshipping God not only goes out of vogue, but becomes illegal, and worship of the body takes center stage. Too fat? Too thin? Too old? Too ugly? If you don’t look like Ken or Barbie, it’s all right to rejoice, because gyms, spas, lipo and face-lift clinics have become places of
Mmmmmm nothing more annoying than when the barista puts in regular syrup instead of sugarfree, except maybe not realizing that until four hours later.
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Africa is a continent. Not a country. That is all.
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Like everything I’ve seen of Tarantino’s, Grindhouse is a rollicking good ride, but a disturbing, uncomfortable one that remixes cliches and then one-ups them by taking everything just that much further than anybody else does. You want blood and gore? Oh, indeed, there will be blood! Buckets! Cheesy dialogue? You bet! Strippers with hearts of
“If you’re afraid to be wrong, you’ll never come up with anything original.”
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One of the toughest things I’ve been dealing with the last month – aside from (and relating to) negotiating personal relationships – is depression. It’s not bad enough that I can’t function, but the longer I go without a job, the worse my health gets, the less money I have for stuff like meds and