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[Please see, of course, the previous post.]
So what should have been a single lackluster post now is two. Maybe I
needed a song to tell you reading my blog is just like reading my
blog.
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So Little Thought Goes Into Important (To Some) Things

I love PBS. So much so that I take the time to feel guilty that I
can't donate whenever a pledge drive is going on (which is way too
damn often). I'm living on disability income for gods' sake! Also, I
can't support something, regardless of how little, that is responsible
for Barney.

OK. There's a show called "History Detectives." A bried song
introduces the program, the lyrics of which are as follows (as best I
can tell): "Watching the detectives. Watching the detectives. It's
just like watching the detectives."

The song, then, informs the viewer that what they're about to do --
watch the (hisory) detectives -- is just (that is, exactly, like
watching the (hisory) detectives.

How the holy hell could someone about to watch a TV show need to be
told that the act of watching said TV show is just like watching said
TV show? That watching a specific TV show is exactly like watching
that TV show, I bravely assert, has never been questioned ever by
anyone.

[POST MUST BE CONTINUED ON A NEW POST.]

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The Fibromyalgian: http://fibromyalgian.blogspot.com

I'M BACK (but I've got some problems)!!!

Aaaahh yes. I finally feel up to blogging again, even though I don't
have the benefit of something like Ritalin or Provigil. Still, I once
again feel like posting my genius-level observations.

But, as mentioned above, there are problems. I need a laptop (PLEASE
DONATE THROUGH MY FIBROMYALGIAN SITE!) because my nearly-ten-year-old
computer isn't cutting anything anymore, barring me from the Internet
and anything else I need to blog.

SO: I have to post with my phone, which keeps my posts short (for some
reason the phone keeps my e-mails to a certain, rather short length).
So I can't post short stories or even flash fiction.

BUT: I can and will post what I can and do all I can to make my
hamstrung posts as wicked-sweet as possible.

Which boils down to this plea: Beloved readers, please come back to
me! I swear I'll never hurt you again!

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The Fibromyalgian: http://fibromyalgian.blogspot.com

An Addition To My Previous Prediction That the Next War Will Be With Pakistan

I'M BACK TO MY BLOG BABY!!!

Months ago I blogged that our next war will be with Pakistan.

If I remember correctly (can't check past post because I now have to
post using my phone), I didn't go farther than my prediction.

So it's important to note that a war with Pakistan will not be simply
with Pakistan. Pakistan has allies, India (Pakistan's eternal enemy)
has allies. Arabic and majority-Muslim countries (ie, the "Muslim
World," an inapt and offensive term) will side with Pakistan. Russia
will side with Pakistan.

And so we'll have World War III in our time.

And Christian and Muslim fundamentalists will be it's biggest cheerleaders.

(You can, with my love and eternal gratitude, help me get a laptop
with donations through my FIBROMYALGIAN site so my thumbs don't fall
off. And if people are kick-ass enough to help me out, I'll be
transparent about the process and let everyone know how much I take
in, and when donations no longer are needed for Project Get Bandini A
Laptop. Heart all of you!)

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The Fibromyalgian: http://fibromyalgian.blogspot.com

Dear Willie Mays (OxyClean Guy):

For the love of god stop yelling at me already!

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The Fibromyalgian: http://fibromyalgian.blogspot.com

UPDATE!

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I've been off Ritalin for... eh, maybe a month-and-a-half, and haven't been able to write a single sentence that would be of any interest to readers.

Tomorrow I see my doctor. I'm going to get down on my knees, praise her as the goddess of all creation (or at least my personal goddess of pain control), and beg like hell for Provigil.

I can walk and move and a lot of things I couldn't before. But I can't write.

Anything of interest. (See this post.)

Hope to be back soon... And with a wicked vengeance.

PS: Posted in an Apple store. Buy a MacBook.

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