  Hi all. I had my system down for most of yesterday in order to paint my bedroom a bit. A near flawless job, I tell you. I painted my ancient dresser the same, positioned on an adjacent wall. Mum will be proud. And as you might expect, I found myself on the floor by early evening in tears because of a back that acted up accordingly. Sure, it was worth it; a beautiful warm butter color on the big window wall makes the whole scene seem more alive. Then again, Ive been up since 3:30am this morning unable to go back to sleep after a nightmare of being shuffled from the ER to a Readicare facility to have another spinal fusion. Back surgery has taken the place of the boogieman in my dreams. Its 7am now, and Ive already heard the NPR recycling of stories.
Seahorses, Saddams planned turn over to Iraqi prosecution, another soldier losing his head and the news that so angered me yesterday when it was announced: the 16 year-old girl who was gang raped on tape, the case that ended in a mistrial. How anyone could believe that someone was consenting, conscious and just pretending to be drugged while being assaulted with a pool cue and lit cigarettes is so beyond reason, Im inspired to find these jurors and explain the absurdity to them with my own lit cigarette. See if they can pretend to be unconscious whilst I probe them in their nether region with an incendiary. One of the young men on trial is the son of a police chief. Oh, that explains it. 
