Back to the salt mine.

[gridlore]

Even though I happy a crappy night last night (the antibiotics I'm on give me terrible drymouth and I'm still clogged six ways from Sunday) I poured myself into uniform and had Kiri chauffer me to work.

Everyone was glad to see me back, and wanted to know what had happened (our last message was "Doug's in the hospital for the next few days.") Luckily I had a very light day, load wise, and let the boss know I was not going to rush through this set of jobs. The regulars I hit had also heard about my illness and were glad to see me back, but...

Nobody cleaned my windows all week! Crom's blood, people, I know the washing fluid tank is empty, but I keep a bottle of glass cleaner, a roll of paper towels, and a long-handled squegee in the truck for just this reason!

It also helped that it is unseasonably warm in the Bay Area today. Spent most of the day with the windows down enjoying the warm weather.

By the end of my route, I was feeling the fact that I'm not totally better yet and have been pretty stationary for the past week. I let boss man know that when I got in, I was just going to pack it in. That ended up being about ten minutes early, but that head start let me make a set of miracle connections on light rail. The Santa Teresa train rolled up as I was buying my ticket, and at Ohlone-Cheynworth the wait for the Almaden train was under five minutes.

All I really need at this point is for the rest of this crap to drain, and finish off my meds so the horrible cotton mouth goes away.

Now, random lyric-spam!


Megadeth - Sweating Bullets

Hello me...meet the real me.
And my misfit's way of life.
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession.
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back its still a bit fuzzy.
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story...tell it to readers digest!!!

chorus
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxieties attacking me, and
My air is getting thin.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm chomping at the bit, and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.

Hello me...its me again.
You can subdue, but never tame me.
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level.
Yea, just keep on thinking its my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
Mankind has got to know
His limitations.

chorus
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where Ive been.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.

Well, me...its nice talking to myself,
A credit to dementia.
Some day you too will know my pain,
And smile its blacktooth grin.
If the war inside my head
Wont take a day off Ill be dead.
My icy fingers claw your back,
Here I come again.

chorus
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxieties attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where Ive been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets

Comments

[dalen-talas.livejournal.com]

Hmm... I'll have to buccaneer that song. So far my Megadeth collection includes just Hangar 18 and Return to the Hangar.

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

Prefered address?

[dalen-talas.livejournal.com]

Dump it to my LiveJournal email.

Would you like to get the soundtracks for the Russian adaptation of Big Rig in return?

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

Not necessary, but thanks!