Current mood:	sore
Current music:	Hold Me - Fleetwood Mac

More Bitching About Health
Had a tough time sleeping last night as my bicipital tendonitis started acting up in my right arm. This is a fun condition that I have that seems to flare up about once or twice a year in which it feel like someone is drilling through my bicep with a dull drill. And it also makes it hard to lift my arm, say, to turn on the light in the bathroom or adjust the showerhead. Why is it that it's always on the weekends that this stuff rears its head? The first time I had this problem was on a weekend, and it was a weekend of absolute living hell that went unrelieved until my doctor prescribed Vicodin. Thankfully it hasn't gotten that bad since then, but these occasional flare-ups are aggravating and inconvenient, and of course an insulting reminder that I am now down to mere weeks before my 40th birthday.

What else, what else...?

Finished up reading Absolute Watchmen early this morning. I hadn't re-read it in a couple of years, so it was nice to come to it somewhat fresh -- one of the surprises at the end still actually took me by surprise. And you know, for all the talk over the years about how flawed the end reveal is, you know, now that I am -- as mentioned -- just a few weeks from 40, it doesn't seem as hard to swallow that someone would do so much harm in a wrongheaded attempt to save the world. In fact, it seems surprisingly relevant, although of course the villain of Watchmen is about the opposite of George W. Bush in every way imaginable. Except maybe, Bush probably has action figures of himself on his desk, too.