patrickrhett

All the Blogger posts have been imported, minus their comments and minus most of the pictures.

I think I’ve got all the basic settings… set.

WordPress, so far, rocks.

Time for sleep.

Well, at last I’m back at work, and I’m actually glad to be here. It’s difficult to live a life of leisure when you know work is waiting for you, and it’s only getting worse the longer you’re gone.

The title of this post refers to the number of days I have gone without sweet, life-giving nicotine. By now I’ve finished with the screaming, nerve-shredding black days of hate, and have moved into more gentle feelings of deep, profound loss. Progress, eh? All I know is that if they announced tomorrow that a pill had been invented to neutralize all the ill effects of smoking, I’d buy a carton about 2 minutes later. Dear god, please let that happen.

On iTunes Essentials we now have playlists for the boys and playlists for the girls. Too bad those playlists can’t join in the fun over here… maybe when this stops, there’ll be a chance.

And thus ends my “nothing but iTunes” post, I now need to go get a life.

Thank you.

This is really much more exciting for me than it should be. It’s the first post on my brand new page. More content will follow later, right now I’m just going to bask in the glow of getting this bitch set up.

Blogger has been good to me, and I have no complaints, but it’s time to move on. I needed something that would allow me a bit more flexibility and allow me to screw it up more. For this I needed my own site. For my 3 loyal readers, my new home is atomon. Update your bookmarks.

All future posts will appear there. I’ll probably archive these posts there soon, right now I’m just happy I finally got it set up.

My brother Niall is in town from Chicago and my friend Rachelle is in from NYC… and I have not spoken to or seen either of them.

St. Patrick’s Day was yesterday. This is a day my family always gets together to celebrate our faux Irishness. It’s fun. I laid on the couch.

I had to fill out a timecard at work today, and I’ve taken about 45 hours of sick time in the past week. I have a lot of work on my desk.

I’ve been laying on the couch for a week, and now that I’m away for an hour or so, I just wanna get back to my couch.

You’d think all this inactivity would be nice, that you’d get a lot of reading done, have time to work on getting your webpage up and running, be able to spend hours surfing the web for fascinating links to post in your blog. That’s what I thought, at least. Then I found myself in a lot of pain and on a lot of vicodin. Together they managed to rob me of any possible motivation to do anything and, if I managed to rip a shred of motivation from the haze, I couldn’t read without wanting to barf.

What does all this add up to? Days and days of watching bad TV. I’ve seen houses, rooms, cars and people made over. I’ve watched cops and private eyes apprehend criminals in four different decades. I’ve been subjected to so many commercials for the CBS Sunday Movie “Spring Break Shark Attack” …well, I’m just ashamed that I know anything about that.

All in all, I’m pretty anxious to get back to work. Except now I feel like I’m gonna barf again. More later.

I spent all day yesterday getting off the crazy opiates they had me on and it’s nice to be able to think again. Another milestone passed, I took a shower today for the first time since Friday morning. I had to sit on an upside down bucket in the tub while the water ran over me, but it was worth it. All that activity has me exhausted, and Knight Rider just came back on, so I’ll check in later…

Yesterday was a cakewalk. Today all the drugs from surgery have worn off and there is some pretty signifigant pain. But only when I try to move. Thank god for laptops, digital cable with movies on demand and remote controls.

I wake up, 45 minutes later I’m exhausted, I sleep for 2 hours, wake up again, repeat. As long as I limit myself to short stories and and half-hour tv shows, it’s not that bad. Of course, I guess if the rest of my life was like this, I’d be 80 in about 3 weeks.