There's a Sore Spot in Every Mouth...

...and that Master Sergeant is yours, ST. I'm sorry you're in that situation. I know how that feels. My major domo sockets are my sore spot. So deep. And I just woke up after 8 hours of sleep. Not working today, it was a training day and I called my boss five minutes after I was supposed to be at work and told him: "Sort of silly for me to be there if I don't have to be, isn't it?" He said: "Ya, kinda. Do what you have to do, Erik." So I did what I had to do and went right back to sleep. Not a bad way to go into the weekend, is it?

The bad part is that I'm in TONS of pain right now because I do not have any narcotics raging through my veins. No 800 Motrin, no Advil. Nadda. No-Sing. There is a techno-beat raving on both sides of my lower jaw. But so far it's a legal rave. I'm waiting for Tim to come over with my food so I can eat...and then take my drugs.

In other news: I've been talking to Hillary a lot lately, more than normal.

More other news: I replaced the light in my bathroom with a green light. It is very very sci-fi.

Also in other news: I just saw a Loggerhead Shrike. They're endangered you know. And they're
meat eating birds that have no talons. Maybe they should think about changing their diet. It's nickname is "The Butcher Bird." It kills it's prey (small mice, baby birds) by impaling them on barbed wire or thorn bushes. That's how you
know if they live near by...if you see little dead animals in the Hawthornes. Pretty cool stuffs, huh?

And now, for a breaking news story: This just in, the English language has been around since 1066. I-Witness Mungo News will continue to bring you up to date on all developments of this fast-breaking story.

CURRENT STATUS WITH HIGHWAY 9-THE REVERSE UNDERTOW: Lately I have been struggling with my second book. I have a lot of road still to go and trying to write about events that took place in 1997 and early 1998 is very very hard. Memory isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Tend to forget things. (Perhaps I should look into alternate forms of memory. Johnny mnemonic-style.) Anywho, I've had many quick questions that I have asked many of the people that were around me during that time of my life. Okay, so it's a quite a few questions, but they're all related. Questions like, "Do you know when the fall Baptist youth "conference" was held in Manchester?" "Was it in 1997?" "I think it was. And if so, do you know what month it was?" "And if so, do you remember the exact dates of the weekend?" "And if so, that means you probably still have a program with events and whatnot." "And if you do, would it be possible for you to send that to me?" "Also, when is the Dayton Oaks winter camp usually held?" "And if you don't know, do you have any phone numbers to Dayton Oaks?" "And while we're at it, why don't you all just write the book for me because I've basically forgotten everything." The book is 7 chapters long. They are: 1. October, 2. November, 3. December, 4. January, 5. February, 6. March, and ....and.... I forgot what the last chapter was called. Oh yah! It's called 7. April. Anyway . I need to know in which chapters to include these events. So I'm asking everyone. (I'd ask you guys, but you didn't really know who I was then. I mean, you only knew me from what you saw on movies and my interviews on Larry King.) (I haven't asked Sara Jean either. I would ask Sara, but I'd get a reply back from her faster if I drove to Dubuque and found her new apartment. She's so busy I never hear from her and she's never home when I call anymore.) Okay, so my reason for going into all this crap is that a few days ago I realized that I had, sort of, smashed into a wall. I knew that I was about to lose it with the book. I was going to lose my standing, and the story would win, it was about to defeat me. I was going to quit, guys. Then, I found a treasure. An enormous stash. A body of evidence. I found photos, journals, school writing, reports, awards, 500 printed e-mails, and all kinds of stuff that fell between all those dates that I was looking for. I forgot that I had all that stuff. And the reason I didn't trash it all in 1998 is because I have always planned on writing a book about Jill and I and the things that were going on in my life in 1997 and 1998. I knew I was going to write it back then and I made a specific point to hold on to everything. An alternate form of memory: Journals, photos. I have been so wickedly excited about this recent find that I have made great strides in the organization of this book. I have finished the first two chapters and I'm on page 69 right now. There is so much info around that I will have 49 chapters. If I keep up this pace of writing, I will have 1715 single spaced note book pages of writing! And you know what? My outline is done and I seriously think I'll be moving very close to 2,000 pages when I'm done. Enough on that.

CURRENT STATUS WITH THE LADIES: They all still want me.

Tim Timmy came about 30 minutes ago and brought food. I swallowed two Meperidines. I'm only supposed to take one, but I needed fast/total relief. As a catalyst, I swallowed three Exedrin. The caffeine carries drugs faster through the body. And that it did, because as I type to you now, I'm starting to get kinda dizzy...like I took a few shots of whiskey. Awesome.

--> The following is an e-mail I wrote to Hillary last Saturday when I got really messed up on the pain pills, do not look it directly in the eye:
"i'm writing most of this because i just "wook up" from feeling somuch myslllf.. i'm off beat and eaching morning farm chicmk mostly valid around my mole holes in my jaw. I think i slept deep in sleep. i tried reading you but both of them got fuz. i know my spelling is wrong but i can tconcentrass. and i feel like i trhow up on something spining. the grogy doesn' goes away but had have. i trid so smoke cigaretts and okay. maybe again not so i can wait besdides it makes my stomach hurt too much. i nkow my smep i know my spelling is wrong so bad. i trid to write with my book on note book paper about itheyire in the kitchen talking and its dark and i wrote with my new new pen and i cant keep ioooooo it on the pgae. i had a dream i ate stress.. aahhhh;lkjds;lkjsaflkj;adflkjdsadsakfl i had a dream i ate trees for salads. and i went back in side and talkkeed to my new pass my new bosso. who wanted me on a 108 or 816 or something. form for my training reqs. my tummy hurts. i don't want no more pilss, i don't like them. i tried caling you to tell but i cant put the numers ins. right. fimgers my fingsers feel soo too heaviye. my finnd si my skinn feels heavy tooo and everything else tooo. hissary, lll,,, i want you here so many can you magane to call me again in a row missed the letters becasue the both them got fuzzy. and this is too can. I cant read it back or so i am have to look at onmy my fingers to get them in right but cant on the phone i fy ou c an gert this , peale calle medthis doesnn come out righg fo me and something cant change first but i wannt it to."
-->pretty friggin crazy, huh?

Hokay!

Peace and Love,
Mungo, Action I-Witness Team News Anchor

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