Other than the state of the world (How soon will the Atomic Scientists next advance the Doomsday Clock on its inevitable course to midnight?) I either have a screwed-up ass muscle or (& more likely as I think about it) the osteoarthritis in my hands that's keeping me from playing guitar like Hendrix (couple other reasons too; we'll stick w/ just that one) is in my left hipbone now, implying a life on painkillers, a hip replacement (already too hip, not just for the room but for the world) or using a cane until I give up & fucking die. Cane maybe not that bad; I could beat some sense into morons.
Slightly positive note: Despite previous assumption, the gravy train is running again. Got a check for almost U.S.$20.00 Weds., came in quite handy as my return on F.I.C.A. investments won't be here for another 24 hrs.
(Gravy) train songs: