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Ya ever get that fokt-up feeling when ya get somewhere and realization slaps you across the face because you can't remember a single step of getting to where you are? You got in yr car and drove across town or bridges or through tunnels or past bakerys, zoos or prisons and you don't remember stoping for lights, taking rights or dodging potholes? The fuckwit that cut you off didn't even register? Has something to do with the "primitive mind" or some such egghead nonsense. I read an article that said that if the brain HAD to deal with all the mundane details of a "drive to work" or something it would overload. Mebbe there's something to that theory. It is quite a kick in the pants.

I mention this cuz the other day I called up my cat Fatty's vet and arranged for a prescription refill for his hyperthyroid medicine. The nice lady who's filled the scrip before said, "gimme ten minutes." I gave her overnight. Morning I wheeled over and zapped my debit card through and whambam took the little scrip bottle, threw it in my pocket and fucked off to work. Later that night came time to pill the cat I got the bottle out of my pocket and opened it. Ummm ... Empty. WTF? I checked the label and it was the right date. I inspected the inside of the bottle and where there's usually residue of some sort, this one looked straight outta the box.

I felt somewhat like a bonehead. How could I walk off w/ an empty bottle? Easy, I decided: The bottle don't weigh nothing full, so full or empty one can't tell the difference in such a quick snag-and-deposit-in-pocket motion. Second, they usually pack cotton balls in with the pills so a rattle - or in this case, lack thereof - is not expected. If anyone is the bonehead it is the dumbass vet. I am going to inspect the fucking thing from now on. Or mebbe radiate Fats' thyroid.

Tonight - Kickin' it "Western Addition": Fish Bowl.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Be there! Say, "Have a nice trip" to Robot's brother in French!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!