Out of phenergan now so I'm going to finally be pushy to the clinic since I can tolerate never seeing them but damned if I'm going to get deyhdrated from puking every time we have a serious air pressure drop. I'm pissed because the last one made me sleepy (a side effect of having rationed the last 12 out since November because the clinic keeps not calling back nor will they give me an appt without a call-back) so I was unable to appreciate Friday's ep of Law & Order: SVU, which Michael Learned guested in ("Privilege", episode #4.17).
Public Radio East splitting into separate news and music channels has made me very happy, although I can't sit up all night and listen to BBC World Service. I love NPR. Unfortunately they've played the same Saturday night programs (read: same episodes) for the past three weeks so it's always the "Time to Save the World" episode of This American Life, but also the Indigo Girls episode of etown so I can belt along with "Galileo" every time.
"I just went outside to piss and got whacked in the eyes by the results of what looks like a 7-8 inch all-nite snow, the first of the year . . . it's 6:45 a.m. here, with the sun just coming up . . . everything is flat white, even the sky is white. Dead silence, no color . . . this is what should happen in Vietnam. It gives you a sense of mortality . . like if anybody was unnatural enough to drop a bomb in my clean white front yard this morning, I'd natcherly blow his head off with a 12 gauge shotgun. And then I'd eat all the flesh off his bones, just to teach him a lesson." -- Hunter S. Thompson, letter to Gerald Walker, 3 Jan 1968