The relationship with the Mrs is that poor, very likely won't bring her along for her maiden voyage this Sunday. Ironically I'm just not powerful, rich and prestigious enough for her so she misses out on the boat and passes on family activities and socializing in general. This is what happens when you're in a shitty relationship with a spouse. Too many issues just not being addressed, an unsatisfying marriage, could definitely be worse so I should probably try to see the glass half full.
WABC, the fuggen shlut (abbo term) Bill O'Reilly wouldn't take phone calls so I emailed him to complain then spoke to the overnight guy Mr Morano. His audience are new Yorkers and I find them amusing. I always found their accents interesting when I visited there after a year in China.
Greg Kelly is wrapping up his two hours and I thought I wanted to talk to him but then I read about his rape scandal and now I think he's some kind of abbo fuggen shlut and should just go sniff petrol along with all of new York city's tabloid media power establishment who all come out looking like total dumb abbo fuggen shluts after attacking his accuser never-endingly. I do not believe using date rape drugs is the true abbo rape way, how they do it in the Kimberleys, but I could be wrong. Kelly wouldn't be the first child of a police officer to be a naughty bastard. I still like him and I'm not a saint but I don't like guys using date rape drugs and I think he messed up that lady's life with his crazy media circus. I still like Kelly and it's never been in a gay way. This notwithstanding my two sisters dressing me as a girl once or twice as a little kid and me enjoying it (mostly the attention).
New York women are famous for wanting to spend men's money....
https://youtu.be/3VtfqAym5sQ
Actually this is the part where your right hand can hurt:
https://youtu.be/b2dehpRFyLA
Ok so yesterday, between waiting on line for McGurk and Sydney to take my call and listening to Bill O'Reilly talk to them and listening to uncle Bill's own show on WABC, I had my nightly sleep and went to a new gardening customer's home. Unfortunately, while my left ankle is fully healed from the big twist or break whatever, from last October falling off the skateboard; I was reaching up to hedge prune some small branches from a tree above me (a kind of copse, if you will) when I clumsily and accidentally cut my digit index finger open near beneath the nail. I told Peter, the racing yacht guy that brings his racing yacht in from under the Spit bridge (a bridge that opens every hour or so, blocking a major thoroughfare, to let boats under) on Saturday mornings to race them from the nearby middle harbour yacht club, about my cut finger and he said to tape it up and wear yacht racing gloves. These typically have the fingertips cut off and protected from rope burn. I'm going to cut the tips off some gardening gloves this morning, take a crap and fix some lunch and drive over, eschewing public xport on this occasion.
For a certainty, it didn't develop any pus until this morning, that's just starting to happen now. So even yesterday it was bleeding out in the swimming pool a little after bumping against another passing swimmer's right hand. I can write and text with my left hand but wiping my butt after crapping will be tricky. I think the water pressure of the pool stopped the bleeding very quickly so no need to get out of the pool and it definitely bled a lot during most of my gardening stint yesterday so I had to wrap it up. Just over an inch away is a similar size scar from around July 2001. I was washing a glass cup with a sponge and detergent and using too much force and the glass broke and cut a very similar wound as this one. I think by the time I got to America for the first time like 6-8 weeks later, I'd say it had all healed up so probably just sailing today and next two weeks will be tricky. By the time bus driving starts again in three weeks it will probably be fine.
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