I’m off today, but not to have any fun. No, instead I’ll be accompanying the home inspector to see if the house I’m about to buy is getting ready to fall down or not. It’s my last chance to get out. Otherwise, it’s full speed ahead, with a trip to the mortgage dude to sign off on all that shit before racing back to try and make my appointment to have needles shoved into me (and take a half-hour nap while they work their magic). I’m not used all this activity. In the past, a big day for me was stopping at the grocery store to buy beer on the way home from work. Tomorrow doesn’t get much much better. It’s work in the morning, with a break to go to the dentist to see if he can end the agony where my filling dropped out. I haven’t had a dentist in a while now, so this probably won’t be pretty. Unfortunately, pain has overcome fear, so I guess I gotta go. The counter-clockwise decay of my body continues. It started with my right foot, moved to my right shoulder, and is now in the left side of my mouth (I guess I’m lucky it skipped my brain on the way around; coulda had a nice little brain aneurysm or something before the toothache. Well, maybe on the second trip around).

Watch out everybody, Earl’s coming. As things stand right now, the worst we’ll get where I live is a few clouds. You folks on the East Coast might not be so lucky. Could be a wet Labor Day for you. Not that it matters, of course. It’s only a matter of time before the bed bugs take over dominion of the planet from the humans. Another bunch of bloodsuckers – same as the old boss.

Major combat operations in Iraq have ended (again), and President Obama will be making an address tonight that will NOT include the phrase ‘Mission Accomplished.’ Hopefully they’ve focus-tested a different slogan and come up with something better.

I braved the waters of Time Warner ‘support’ chat again this morning, this time to try and find out the price of cable AFTER the promotional period is over. It isn’t on their website (they have a FAQ asking what the cost will be, and the answer is “it will revert to the regular price”), and the chatbot apparently can’t tell me either. I guess it’s a secret.

Everybody keeps asking me if I’m ‘excited’ about buying a different house. I guess I’ve just got too much Jack Benny in me to get excited at the prospect of spending that much money. Plus, I can’t for the life of me figure out how in the hell everything’s gonna get done and moved out of where I live now (let alone all the work that needs to get done where I’m going). Just the thought of it all gives me a headache. Thank goodness I’ve got a toothache to keep my mind off of it.

Oh well, I guess I’d better get ready to go deal with the day.