Humped Day

 I should say I am wrecked. Special truck yesterday had 54 pieces weighing 161 pounds and 54 piece weighing 151 pounds. That is 4.347 tons and 4.077 tons, respectively. We - 6 of us - moved all that in two hours. This morning, my elbow joints throb.

 

After work, I did the sheriff registration thing. I was home by 5. Dined on hummus and an apple, this being Wednesday. I worked on "Psychotic Ape" until 8, when I took a break to watch a little TV and write two letters. Then I was back at it until "American Horror Story." I have been watching AHS since it started, and I am trying to be loyal, but I turned off the TV at 10:30. It is too late, I was too tired. I think the show is mining Clive Barker territory with its leather S & M theme. I feel not quite in this niche.

"Colonel Tom" was rejected, again:

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Up at 4:30, it is now 5 AM, and we have another special truck today. My transfer was denied. I have a thought about a different job after the new year. Depends on if a person I know quits a certain job. 

I want to work on a draft post for the next 30 - 40 minutes, then I will get ready for work.

Tonight: I have some stories to read, a letter to finish, some calls needing made, and three draft posts needing work. I would also like to get to submitting my stories. Let us see how successful I am.

I do not know which better fits my mood:

 

or this:

or this: