Well folks,
It is a new year for this Dr.
I hope you all have had a good one,
I'm looking forward to what is in store
for this go 'round.
There are Bhut Jolokia's and Habanero's
to be grown, either a trip
to Belize or a return to Russia, many
gravel roads, some black top,
perhaps New Orleans and perhaps
some Texas and Iowa.
Maybe some rivers, too.
I'm starting to miss the Okoee
and the Arkansas, the Nantahala
and I've yet to taste the Green
or visit the Seven Tea Cups.
The opportunities abound.
God and Cthulhu Bless You All.

so much shit happens everyday. a lot has happened since August 25, 2006.
nothing that has made it onto this page, though.

I haven't had a cigarette in about 5 days now. the first few sucked real bad.
My head hurt, felt like a fever. At times it felt there was a nest of hornets in my skull.

Sometimes the hornet nest would move down to my stomach.
hours later it would move back to my skull, not quite as loud as before
but a lot more annoying.

the hornets left sometime yesterday. theren't weren't too many
left by then anyway. I knocked the nest down the day before.
everyday this week I went running for 20 to 40 minutes,
jarring the bastards out of my lungs and my ears and my nose.

there is no more buzzing now, no more headache.

I don't get crabby any more with people.
I'm more patient of people's ignorance and pride.
I'm more tolerant of the stupid and of assholes,
capitalist shits who care more about reputation and money.

I feel cleaner, I can exercise longer.
When other smokers are around they actually stink to me,
unpleasant, thick, dirty. the stale ammonia rolls off them
like grease from McDonalds fries.

One voice in my head says
"You've made it this far."
another says
"look how happy you are."
I want a smoke more than ever before.

Unused embryos.

Diogenes had been bitten by a bat. it began with him playing an old NES game system while a friend was visiting.
He heard a scurrying sound on the carpet in the other room.
"that's a fucking rat, i fucking know it is."
"if that damn thing comes in here i'm going to kill it."
he then heard it scurry from the doorway to the closet.
He picked up a baseball bat.
the scurrying was now under a pile of dirty boxers and salt stained t's.
He brushed them aside with the baseball bat.
it was not a rat, but a bat.
Diogenes didn't want to kill the bat so he grabbed a towel and tried to catch it, but to no avail.
the friend who had been playing NES with him grabbed a broom, thinking to flush him out through the window.
D grabbed his video camera. the chasing ensued for nearly an hour, also to no avail.
finally, exhausted and stressed, the bat landed near the closet again.
Diogenes grabbed the towel, threw it over the bat, and picked it up.
not too carefully though, as the bat bit him through the towel.
the next morning he went down to the doctors office to see what he should do about it.
Dr. said to get some shots. Diogenes walked down to the emergency room, told the receptionists what he was there for.
three hours later they called him in to a room.
two shots in the arm, two shots in the legs, and two shots in the ass.
the next day he was sick as a dog, a rabid ole yeller dog.
but he wouldn't have to be put out like that.
No, later in the evening he felt it upon himself to join in a collegues birthday party,
lots of whisky and only one of two non-undergraduate bodies celebrating.
it was time for the cabellero to to get the symposium rolling.

Kremlin, Novgorod

Volkhov River, Novgorod

Red Square, Lenin's Tomb

St. Basil's, Red Square

Church on Spilled Blood, St. Petersburg

Faculty of Arts

Faculty of Sciences

They paint their buildings pretty colors, makes people happy.

BWENEUM!
Happiness Is the lofty forgotten Bitch
to which Ethics writes now.
Walk into the room
"They want no drink or money"
playing on the 78,
there a crazed redneck
huge and massive,
golden mane
mirror on his arm and a
growl on his lip, a snarl in his eye
"Get Tha Fuck Out"
So sayeth the meth addict in the next stall...

And so begin the plagues upon the land. Hope you like lots of protein shakes.

By The Dog.
It's a very real world we live in.
It's a very real world...and so on and so forth.