Been a little under the weather lately and still busy, so I haven’t taken much time to write. As with most people, something’s got to be set aside when you’re feeling bad and it’s most certainly not gonna be T.V.

Actually, I haven’t watched a lot of it either. I’ve been mostly on the couch nursing a sick headache. I’ve found out it’s because my heart is much too strong for the rest of my body and it’s been pumping blood with too much force, causing a rise on the pressure excerpted on my veins. It’s a tragic situation that has no easy remedy except exercise (long term solution) and/or medicine (another long term solution). So, I go to the doctor and he says, “take your medicine and call me in a week to see if it helps”. The headache has eased off a bit for the last couple of days, hence me writing this.

I’ve watched a show called “Pickers” for a couple of nights where 2 guys scour the countryside looking for people who hoard stuff that eventually turns into antiques and/or collectibles. It’s fascinating to see how much stuff some people can accumulate. Where do they get the money to buy all that stuff is my question when watching it? I mean, some of these people have fortunes set aside in the form of ‘junk’ or antiques. It simply blows the mind at the volume in some of the barns and houses. And most of the people won’t sell anything. It’s like they’ve become married to it and just can’t part with the least little part of their memory. I’m sure in some cases it’s a sickness. One guy was finally talked into selling a couple of funny looking bowling jackets and that helped him let go of some of the really valuable stuff. But, before that he wouldn’t sell a scented candle. Funny! So, for the last couple of nights I’ve dreamed of crawling around old barns looking for junk.

On another note, people have been getting on my nerves lately. I’m not sure why everyone can’t be perfect like myself. But, until they do I guess I’ll just spend time being pissed.

Like the guy at church who can’t talk to you without getting on some teaching kick. I swear, every time I try to talk to him he gets this serious look on his face and starts going into the teaching mode. I know I don’t know much, but I just feel like there’s a time for that and there’s a time for just hanging out and talking about nothing. I knew another guy like that one time and found myself avoiding him whenever I could. Come on man, lighten up and smile a bit, okay? Church seems to bring that out in people. I guess it’s a way to appear ‘spiritual’ or something. But the people that seem ‘spiritual’ to me are the ones who are full of joy and are more concerned about you than what you know. Know what I mean?

Okay, you can tell I’ve not been feeling good, right? But sometimes you just have to get things off your chest.

Bleah!