What a week:
No, Jack--I wasn't offended by the heathen worship thrown upon you in another thread declaring you God, and I didn't retreat because of that. No, that wasn't it.
But if you DO want to hear the times when I think there MAY be a God, it's usually associated with this expression:
"If you wanna hear God laugh, tell him your plans."
Sunday morning, rear tooth, ouch. Sunday afternoon, ouch OUCH. Sunday night, get me some heroin or get me a gun. Slept maybe 2 hours total that night, but I still shlep myslef into work Monday on the holiest Yid day of the year, Yom Kippur.
By lunchtime, I need heroin AND the gun. A bad absess, and I knew it.
Of course, I'm going to use a Jew dentist, because I don't care what ANYONE says here about being a liberal-- I ain't using someone from Pakistan or India. (The dot on the head distracts me.) And of course, on Yom Kippur, no Yid dentists are available. They're all in the temples praying that their practices continue to prosperous.
I go a guy on Tuesday, get my antibiotic RX, with the extraction scheduled for Thursday, and the tooth comes out. And I now spend Friday recuperating and writing this.
Four vacation days blown from work--days I wanted to take to bring the TD to the house to semi-finish up and ready for the trip to Anasastia in St. Augustine Nov. 10.-12. So I have 6.5 vacation days left for 2006.
I don't give a crap, and if I have to drag the thing up 95 myself towed from a rope attached to my ass, and if I have to use BAND-AIDS to seal it, I'll be there.
Unless God has other plans.