September 1, 2007
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Oh my head....
I woke up with a #9 migraine. That's one short of going to the hospital and getting a Stadol Cocktail. I need oblivion. Maybe an Ambien, or a Soma, or something. I don't like pain and I'm a wimp. Escape is what I presently want, but I don't know if it will come.
Disturbia
I tried to watch this movie Thursday night, but the wreck scene triggered the PTSD, and being the baby that I am, I cried for an hour while under the covers in my bed. I finally went to sleep and it only had me upset for the rest of that evening. However, I conquered it today and watched it. It's a pretty good movie.
Glory Cuts
I got the two "glory cuts" on a 70' tall oak tree yesterday. You know, I'm safer on a rope than I am walking down the street. If I have an "oh oh" on the rope, I just hang there in my full body harness. If I have an "oh oh" on the street, I fall down and get hurt. Maybe I should always just hang on a rope? Oh, the glory cuts....that's the very top cut and the very bottom cut. Since this tree was right beside of a fence and very near a house, the tree just couldn't be fallen. It had to be taken down piece by piece. So the top piece was tied off, roped to a huge shackle, cut, and then a controlled lowering to the ground. That was done until it was only about 30' tall. Then it was time to notch and fall in the yard, and it went where it was aimed.
I used to be a topper in the good ol' days (good ol' lots younger days). Ah, memories....well, memories of nevermore.
Rush Hour
Then my sons took me to see Rush Hour 3. I can't remember when I laughed so hard at some one-liners and stuff. A very good movie to see, IMHO.
The FogWalker hurts from the screen....time to seek some more oblivion....
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