Thursday, June 25, 2009

Like a Poke in My Third Eye


I'm out of sorts today. This would be described by my brothers as "hormonal," back in the days when we all had some.

Does Medicaid cover personality transplants?

Dad picked up a bagful of equipment to dispatch sleep apnea from the VA this morning. Reminds me of a story about a father who was also an engineer, and how he almost killed himself modifying his sleeping apparatus.

Yes, duct tape was involved.

With a poked Third Eye, the future is mighty blurry.

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