42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

You got too much information before, you say, when I wrote about Data and his enema?
No fear. This is a story about addiction and bargains.
No gruesome details, except to say that my kitten has become addicted to a lubricant/hairball remedy/laxative that apparently tastes good.
During the worst of his constipation a couple of months ago, it [...]

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I’m shrouded in gray and white. I can’t see anything. I can barely see the next traffic light, the lines in the road, the next car.
I drive very slowly because I can’t see. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly, tensely. Perhaps my knuckles are white too, but I can’t spare the time to look.
It’s [...]

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But I don’t want to go to school…
Yes, I do. Sorta.
It’s been a blissful month off and class starts back up tomorrow.
And it also occurs to me that I never really gave an update about how my first college class in years went.
It went fine.
I learned a lot but it’s never enough. The classes I [...]

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I have to do something different.
I don’t know what.
I know I don’t like the person I sometimes become. A person who battles evil: one of the few against many barricaded behind names. Of howling in the wind against the deaf.
Who has started to become like them in that I take delight in the small shots. [...]

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