Tired

Well, it was off to work on time today through the cold and having not slept well the night before.

Here is the view of Muncie at 6:40 AM from the southwest side of the bus station:

The boss thought I was.micing up boxes. Maybe I was. Maybe it is tedious enough my mind wanders. There is a difference between looking and seeing. Anyway, I spent the afternoon unloading Chinese made silverware bound for Wal-Mart.

I should have taken photos of the snow. We got an inch or so Friday morning.

I got back here. Ate my dinner, got chilled and fell asleep during Farscape. I woke about 8 and forced myself up and down to McClure's for Coca-Cola and microwave popcorn.

I came back to finish listening to WXPN's Land of the Lost and to read about Nietzsche. That lasted until 11 when I tuned in Graham Norton on BBC America. I think he is a hoot. I started on my email. Now I need to get to sleep, got some running to do tomorrow.

You may notice I do not mention meeting with my PO. That is because I did not. I guess, like getting my laptop approved, I am not a priority. K called me to make a point of his silence. If I am not a priority, I feel undermined as a dangerous villain.

Also nothing from either of my counselors.

More bad news from my recent medical visits: I have shrunk an inch in height and put on few more pounds.

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