Hookay, here I am, less than a week in, and already wishing  I had some canned articles. There’s a good reason for it – I started on a new medication this week (last night), and it’s putting me flat out on my back.  I could barely shoo my family out of the house fast enough this morning so I could pass out… with the cat curled up next to me as tightly as possible… yet on top of a pointy, pokey book.

Good job, Batman.

The cat, not the superhero.

I still want to write a piece on what I left dangling yesterday, and even now, the resources I gathered for it are sitting there, taunting me. Maybe my head will unfuzzy enough for me to do something with it tomorrow, though I suspect that it’s going to take me several days to find enough brain power to do anything more than the shallowest thoughts. Which is fine – it doesn’t take a lot of energy to roll my eyes at Facebook being forced to admit to being massively insulting to their user base (reminding me that, once again, I’m very happy I have absolutely no personal data on there at current), or at Sarah Palin making a botch of it all again. Oh, she’s not to blame for the murder specifically, but I will say that all the parties on both sides of the aisle using nasty rhetoric are incredibly guilty of setting a bad example.

But then, I take umbrage in general with how hateful the average American is, and why they think it’s okay to be quite so hateful. But then, I supposedly deserve it, veteran or not, because I’m an evil former American. Yes, because the second someone moves away, they surrender their US citizenship… NOT. *snorts* I try to have some patience – the children that grew up in the wake of 9/11 have been fed an increasingly strict diet of patriotism, hatred, fear, and exceptionalism. And even amongst my friends and family back stateside, I get some amazingly vehement attitudes suggesting that I’m horribly wrong for attempting to encourage dialog, that there’s nothing to be fixed, and that I’m a hateful person for wanting to dissect what is good and what is bad to make it better! It hurts the brain, mes amis, it does. 🙂

Anyways, Nurse Batman is poking me to make sure that I’m doing alright, so I think I’ll wrap this up short and see if I can finish any other tiny tasks today without drooling on myself. I hope everyone has a  lovely day, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll manage that other piece I’ve been thinking about… later this week.