Gaming.
Haven't gamed in a few weeks and I'm Jones'n for some L5R. I have a short story arc that should do in a pinch and should be quite lethal at that. Chapter Title: Momoko Stronghold.
Anywayz, nothing to report. Been driving the Cobalt and it's showing more worthiness the more I drive it. Firstly, I love the way I can drive into driveways without worrying about clipping the nose. Also like the way I can drive full-speed over speed bumps without bottoming out. Also like not having to shift...completely brainless driving experience....very easy to be seduced into multi-tasking. The stereo thumps and the roominess is actually surprising. Just one more sucky item to report: Torque steer is prevalent. You best put both hands on the wheel when you accelerate out of a turn due to the front wheel drive wanting very hard to pull the steering rack back to center....annoying.
Alameda has been crazy hot as of late. Evening temps are in the low 70's, very difficult for my wife and I to get a good night's sleep. We have 2 fans going; a box fan in the hallway and an oscillating fan next to the dresser....and it doesn't help much.
Work has been, as usual, frustrating. A long line of clients, never ending requests, and never enough treatment and housing slots. Part of the problem is that clients say they want treatment, tell us they want to turn their lives around, "Get off the streets and get off the drugs", not to mention follow-through on their psychotropic regimen. Many don't...they AWOL from facilities, relapse, discharge AMA (Against Medical Advice), and wind up back on the streets and eventually in our hospitals yet again...the proverbial "Revolving Door". But as they say, "Relapse is a part of recovery". This is a strange thing to say but while mental illness, psychotic and depressive spectrum disorders included, are at times treatment resistant and recalcitrant, it is the substance abuse disorder in combination with a pre-morbid psychiatric disorder that ultimately determines the prognosis of recovery, NOT vice-versa. End rant.
Bought a lotto ticket when it hit a third of a billion dollars. Why can't I win?! I think I deserve to win, in fact. I've made my promises to the higher power that I would help my fellow man, ie. contributions/endowments to causes that are personally important to me. Does it matter that I want to buy a Lamborghini Superlaggera as my weekend car...in which case I would need to buy an RS4 for my daily driver, a Radical SR8 as my track car, and a Cayenne BiTurbo as the trailer hauler...so what. Oh, I'd need a 4000 square foot garage with 2 lifts and a shop...in which case I would need to purchase a home with a least a acre of land...and in the Bay Area, that would mean Los Altos, and homes with garages that size and in that neighborhood tend to be a little expensive, but so what. I deserve to win.
Continuing to run. Extended each outing by 1 minute...yeah, that sounds lame, but it's the best I can do. You know the saying "second wind"...it's somewhat true for me. It takes a full mile to get into a comfortable jogging pace, breathing rhythm, to know what to do with my hands/arms, and to spit out all the mucus. The problem is that I can't go much farther past a mile. I think I need to push past the shin splints, side stints, and the lack of oxygen to get to the next level...which I hope is not either a coronary or brain embolism. I'll be giving it a try this evening. I'm actually quite impressed that I can run with only 1 days rest. When NTT's Brain gets back, I'll insist we run on a track cause I'd like to get a baseline on my mile time.
Anywayz, gotta go. Seeing clients in a few.
Anywayz, nothing to report. Been driving the Cobalt and it's showing more worthiness the more I drive it. Firstly, I love the way I can drive into driveways without worrying about clipping the nose. Also like the way I can drive full-speed over speed bumps without bottoming out. Also like not having to shift...completely brainless driving experience....very easy to be seduced into multi-tasking. The stereo thumps and the roominess is actually surprising. Just one more sucky item to report: Torque steer is prevalent. You best put both hands on the wheel when you accelerate out of a turn due to the front wheel drive wanting very hard to pull the steering rack back to center....annoying.
Alameda has been crazy hot as of late. Evening temps are in the low 70's, very difficult for my wife and I to get a good night's sleep. We have 2 fans going; a box fan in the hallway and an oscillating fan next to the dresser....and it doesn't help much.
Work has been, as usual, frustrating. A long line of clients, never ending requests, and never enough treatment and housing slots. Part of the problem is that clients say they want treatment, tell us they want to turn their lives around, "Get off the streets and get off the drugs", not to mention follow-through on their psychotropic regimen. Many don't...they AWOL from facilities, relapse, discharge AMA (Against Medical Advice), and wind up back on the streets and eventually in our hospitals yet again...the proverbial "Revolving Door". But as they say, "Relapse is a part of recovery". This is a strange thing to say but while mental illness, psychotic and depressive spectrum disorders included, are at times treatment resistant and recalcitrant, it is the substance abuse disorder in combination with a pre-morbid psychiatric disorder that ultimately determines the prognosis of recovery, NOT vice-versa. End rant.
Bought a lotto ticket when it hit a third of a billion dollars. Why can't I win?! I think I deserve to win, in fact. I've made my promises to the higher power that I would help my fellow man, ie. contributions/endowments to causes that are personally important to me. Does it matter that I want to buy a Lamborghini Superlaggera as my weekend car...in which case I would need to buy an RS4 for my daily driver, a Radical SR8 as my track car, and a Cayenne BiTurbo as the trailer hauler...so what. Oh, I'd need a 4000 square foot garage with 2 lifts and a shop...in which case I would need to purchase a home with a least a acre of land...and in the Bay Area, that would mean Los Altos, and homes with garages that size and in that neighborhood tend to be a little expensive, but so what. I deserve to win.
Continuing to run. Extended each outing by 1 minute...yeah, that sounds lame, but it's the best I can do. You know the saying "second wind"...it's somewhat true for me. It takes a full mile to get into a comfortable jogging pace, breathing rhythm, to know what to do with my hands/arms, and to spit out all the mucus. The problem is that I can't go much farther past a mile. I think I need to push past the shin splints, side stints, and the lack of oxygen to get to the next level...which I hope is not either a coronary or brain embolism. I'll be giving it a try this evening. I'm actually quite impressed that I can run with only 1 days rest. When NTT's Brain gets back, I'll insist we run on a track cause I'd like to get a baseline on my mile time.
Anywayz, gotta go. Seeing clients in a few.
posted by supergoober at
8:42 AM
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Yeah but if you won the lottery, you could probably get 5 acres out here for an easy million...if not less.
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