I just beat my brother BAD in online Scrabble, the Facebook deal. No big achievement since he is a drug addict. It was like taking ovular wailing from a katydid. Cake. Playing my brother is like leaping off a cliff and praying for gravity to assist you downward.
Now he is getting “treatment” in a California hospital. I find this annoying. Why do people with money (he has money–gods know why; the world is unfair, etc.) always go to CA for rehab? Well, we’ll see. This is his 11th rehab. Funny thing is how the court systems in Louisiana are paying for the flight.
Wonder why this country is bankrupt?
I rarely get into this type of things, but what the hell?
Also in the news..
What to eat for dinner? I have tomatoes, tortillas, some VERY hot sauce…
Now these are minimalist nachos, but also simple is the atomic bomb: One little fusion goes overcritical, and the world explodes.
These nachos tasted like quiet streams preparing for an ambush.
Spent a night in Chicago in a “luxury” hotel. You know you’re “luxury” if your sink looks like this:
Some bastard dropped a champagne bottle in there…