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The Perfect Drug

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  • Woke up during the 5 o’clock hour this morning.
  • As has been the case for about the last 10 days.
  • Gross.
  • Left the room so as to not wake up the Wife, and also because I had to entertain Ginny, who’s decided food and pets need to be with the sun schedule.
  • Obviously.
  • Also obviously, I scrolled the phone.
  • A clip from NIN’s “The Perfect Drug” video popped up.
  • I’d never seen it.
  • Frankly, I haven’t really seen many music videos since the ‘90s.
  • Trent, that’s some goth weirdness you had going on.
  • To be expected, sure.
  • Still.
  • Now I’m sitting here on the couch injecting myself with my IV antibiotics.
  • Well, I was.
  • Can’t type and inject at the same time.
  • But at the time I was listening to Further Down the Spiral, which is excellent NIN.
  • Still am.
  • Listening to that.
  • But while I was … shooting up, the Wife goes, “Do you feel like a druggie?”
  • “Yes. Yes I do. Did you know I’m taking Nine pills every morning?”
  • “That sucks.”
  • “Yes, yes it do.”
  • You know, a PICC IV would make it easier to be a druggie.
  • More hygienic.
  • Something.
  • I guess?
  • I have no experience in that arena.
  • But the real question … when do I get the damn thing out, and what’s that going to feel like, because they put up a big curtain when they put it in and did not let me watch.
  • Not that I wanted to.
  • I’ve gotten used to a lot of things, but I still don’t like to watch.
  • I used to be horrified of needles.
  • This one time, I had to go get a steroid shot in the backside for poison ivy.
  • The Wife and nurse thought I was going to pass out.
  • Now?
  • Now I could write like a Michelin Guide to nurses drawing blood for labs.
  • “Required multiple attempts and had to tag out. 3/10.”
  • In the hospital three weeks ago, one of the nurses asked me where I wanted a shot.
  • I was like, “Yeah, I don’t care.”
  • Acclimatization.
  • Now playing: NIN, “Eraser (Denial: Realization)”
  • One of my favorite remixes of any song ever.
  •  And then “At the Heart of It All.”
  • Again, do I share the Spotify links in the comments?
  • Do I hunt it down on Amazon?
  • Youtube?
  • Do I leave it up to you?
  • (We all know how that’ll go.)
  • (Heh.)
  • Gonna be an Industrial kinda day.
  • What I want is for NIN not to score Tron, but to score AppleTV’s Neuromancer.
  • Holy shit I cannot wait for that.
  • Last year, I reread all of William Gibson’s books.
  • He’s like a sci-fi prophet blending of Hemingway and Elmore Leonard.
  • Basically that’s who I would want to become if my life had let me write books instead of articles and ad copy.
  • (Regret is a helluva drug.)
  • Seriously, if you go read the trilogy that started with Neuromancer your brain will melt with all the shit he wrote that’s happening RIGHT NOW in society.
  • Considered NOT writing a list today.
  • Not because I don’t want to.
  • It’s the why of the thing.
  • Honestly, I hope these are entertaining.
  • That’s the goal here.
  • I have to write.
  • You need to read something other than memes and propaganda.
  • Don’t get me wrong, I could write a whole list about all the bullshit I see.
  • I’ve even considered doing it.
  • Nothing but headlines of shit, all cut-and-pasted in one place.
  • Just to prove how much crap we’re consuming.
  • Your brain reads headlines faster than your consciousness does.
  • You are imbibing nonsense.
  • We all are.
  • I’m including myself.
  • So that’s my List goal.
  • To give your feed something … real?
  • I dunno.
  • To break the stream of bullshit with … what social media started out hosting in the first place.
  • It has become crap, destroyer of brains.
  • And hope.
  • I should not have to dig to find posts from my friends and family.
  • Though if you read some of Zuck’s bullshit statements last week, you can expect 90% of your social posts to be dialogue with AI in the near future.
  • What a wonderful world.
  • I’m ready, I think, for that house in Norway on the lake that’s only free of snow like three weeks a year.
  • If I won one of those $1 billion lotteries, I’d build or buy a village and start a compound.
  • (No, there would not be spiked Kool-Aid.)
  • You know, like Elon’s dumbass company town without all his stupid horseshit.
  • Language!
  • (Sorry, kids. You know me. I do the best I can when I’m at work. But I’m not at work currently, soooooo …)
  • The other night, coming back up the driveway from taking the trash out, my skull clicked with every step.
  • Gnarly.
  • I have never had a broken bone.
  • (Maybe a toe, but I never went to the doc to confirm.)
  • So the skull thing … new to me.
  • Clicky clacky.
  • No, it has not done it since then.
  • But it reminded me bones don’t heal in two or three weeks.
  • I guess that’s why I can’t exercise for another … ugh, 3-4 weeks?
  • Yeah.
  • Oversharing Thursday!
  • Out.
  • Gotta water some veggies.
  • Because of that stupid sunshine.
  • Pockets of it.

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