Well, I managed to replace the breaker. And I didn't electrocute myself. It was ridiculously easy. So I now have hot water again. Yippie!

I'm feeling very talkative the past few days. It's quite odd for me. I used to do a lot of telephone work. I was a "0" operator and directory assistance operator at one point, also did telephone sales, hotel reservations, computer orders, etc. I haven't felt like I WANTED to talk in quite a while. I have to say tho, that even with my talkativeness I still don't really want to deal with the public. I have always tried to believe that people are intrinsically good and that given the opportunity they will do the right thing. I came to the ultimate conclusion that I was wrong and that people in general suck and given the opportunity they will stab you in the back if they think it will improve their position in any way. Or maybe even just for fun. So dealing with people in general is something I hope to avoid for the next few days.

Tomorrow will be fun. I get to go to my mom's house and cook ribs for the family. I also need to cut some more wood as I had to move my bed cause the way I had it there wasn't enough room in the bedroom. What this means is that the head of my bed now slants downward because one side of the trailer has settled. We can't level it again till spring, so I need to make adjustments with some wood so I won't be sleeping with my head downhill. I also have to replace a circuit breaker. My water was off and we turned off the water heater till the pipes were fixed. No biggie, right? Well, turned it back on after I had water again and guess what! The breaker is bad. I got my volt meter out and discovered that there is absolutely no juice coming off that breaker. I reset it several times, just to make sure. No dice. It's dead. I've never done this before but from what I've read it's not a biggie. Looks like it just snaps in. So if I never post anything on my blog again, you know I screwed it up, big time. :P

I've decided that humans are intrinsically insane. I don't think I know one person other than my shrink who doesn't seem to have something wrong with them. I do, however, know that I wish I had spent more time embracing my weirdness, aka insanity, and less time trying to be "normal". My youth was wasted on trying to fit in. It really sucks when I look back at it.

w00t!! This is my 100Th post since starting this blog. Would that mean I am prolific or whiny? I'm pulling for prolific, but I'm sure if people voted whiny would win. Some people don't understand the difference between whining at them and whining to them. Oh well.

You know how when you get hungry around 2 am and you wander into the kitchen looking for something to eat? You poke around and then remember you got a nice summer sausage at the store a couple of days ago. Then you take a look and you have no clean knives. Well, you would have clean knives if your silverware drawer hadn't been overrun by mice who left turds in it. And then, of course, you remember that you can't wash up anything in the sink because the water is turned off due to the pipe leading through the yard to the mobile home in question froze (due to Arctic temperatures nobody was expecting) and cracked so they had to dig up a bit of it and put new PVC in and the glue won't be set enough for a pressure test till 8 am so you have 5 hours to go on that..... I used bottled drinking water. I had to get the knife clean. But I'm not complaining. I am thinking this is SO much better than still being with my now ex-husband. In fact, I kind of wish I was going to be there to take a picture of his face when he gets a notice from the Bureau of Child Support Enforcement. I bet that would make a great pic to post on deviantart.com in the emotive section... ehehehe

I got another e-mail from Henry Rollins in response to an e-mail sent to 21361@21361.com. I think it's pretty cool that he sometimes answers the website e-mail. Most celebs couldn't be bothered. It is part of what makes him such a GREAT person. He's real, not some plastic phony.

I have begun posting and offering prints for sale of some of my photographs. You can see them at http://12of8.deviantart.com/ . Let me know what you think of them.

I hate having a cold. Excessive mucus sucks.

Why is it that people think you are crazy if you believe you see dead people? I've never understood this. Around the turn of the century (1900, not 2000) people got paid WELL to see dead people. Mediums and Spiritualists were in vogue. But for some reason nowadays people think you are a lunatic if you see something they can't. Most people profess a belief in an afterlife of some type or another. So what's the hangup? Just because one person can see something and another can't, that does NOT mean it's not there. I've always wondered if that was the REAL problem with schizophrenics. That they hear and see things that "normal" people can't and it pushes them over the edge of sanity. This is, of course, impossible to test really as mostly the afflicted people are over the edge and you can't really have any type of controlled experiment with somebody who is out of their skull if they aren't on meds that kill the activity you want to try to analyze.