Acid Reflux

A little before two in the morning, I suffered an acid reflux attack. I was in a deep sleep, and although I did not spew anything on the bed or carpet, I found myself swallowing a good bit of my vomit back down. Pretty disgusting.

Should I forget cokes and any sweets at dinner? It’s not like I know the specific causes. Yet, it would be a good thing to do in any case. The problem here is that self-discipline has never been my strong suit.

After I got up and brushed that nasty taste out of my mouth, I noticed that Pop had not gone to bed yet, and that the TV was not playing in the big room, so that I supposed he fell asleep watching TV. I went in, and he was just stirring up. My commotion must have awakened him. I asked if he was alright. He said yes and thanked me. But he seemed pretty shaky.

1984 (3,2) You Will Never Have Existed

O’Brien explains to Winston the new way of dealing with ‘dissenters’ - that is, the mentally insane. Big Brother has learned from history. There will be no martyrs; everyone is brought to confess their errors and crimes and to recognize the truth and goodness of the Party. Even better, they are ‘disappeared’ from history altogether.

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“You must stop imagining that posterity will vindicate you, Winston. Posterity will never hear of you. You will be lifted clean out from the stream of history. We shall turn you into gas and pour you into the stratosphere. Nothing will remain of you: not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain. You will be annihilated in the past as well as in the future. You will never have existed.”

-- “1984” by George Orwell

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Celebrities and Stuff

"The Pretty Reckless - Champagne Supernova in the Live Lounge" (Watch on YouTube)

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The Twitterverse

I really have been failing to appreciate Twitter's resources. News I get, but Twitter is good for some pictures on the news, as well as some good tweets. More than that, it is almost as good as Tumblr when it comes to porn, though I will have to see how readily Twitter will take particularly naughty pictures down.

Sunday

I was going to clip my toenails today. It occurred to me that I have not done so since my right foot started bothering me. That was a long time ago. A few months? My nails have started catching on my bedding when I try to sleep at night.

The morning got away from my, though. And now I think I’m going to put it off until tomorrow. Having all the cats inside, I intend to mow the backyard tonight. I’ll actually be following Pop’s lead. He actually took the weed eater out and went to work this afternoon on no more welcoming grounds than that it was a little cloudy and overcast. I tell you, the man still has some spirit, he really does. He has gone out now, presumably for his reward, perhaps taking Lorie out to dinner.

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1730

I was afraid of that. When Pop pulled out a bag of ice from the car, I knew Lorie would be coming. The Spurs are playing for the championship tonight.

My first thought was to stick to my plan to mow the back, but maybe that is too complicated with the cats. It will be a lot easier if I just let them out early, and I hold off on mowing until tomorrow.

I suppose we should just hope that Pop doesn't drink himself to death tonight, pretending that he is still in his robust fifties.

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2250

Lorie has left, but she calls back a couple of times, regaling Pop about how she is stuck in traffic with all the drivers going crazy and honking up a storm.

I see the wildly happy face of Pop as he talks to her. His relations with Lorie and Kay really do mean a lot to him. I think it gives him life.

But now she calls again. I want to go to bed now. I hope she stops.

Diet

Dinner. I'm not having a coke. Though, thinking I might need something a little less plain than water, I had some orange juice. So, I am taking some baby steps. It may be too late for baby steps, but this is the best that I can do. Let's hope I can stick with it. I'm also not having any cake or cookies or candy. Maybe I will have some nuts, possibly an apple. That's the plan.

Tweets

Just got a prostitute in GTA. That's what my life has come to

-- Forever Suicidal Guy

Spurs

People are honking their cars and shouting. The Spurs won it all again. I still have a hard time believing that they have become such a powerhouse team.