Some days, today for example, I am too tired and disgusted to write anything of use to anyone, myself included.   These days are part of every life, days when the accumulated weight of psychopathic demands (corporations have feelings too, and millions to pay lobbyists to protect their tender feelings) is just too fucking heavy to shrug off.

On such days, just a few taps, to keep the fingers limber and your mind in the game.  When the library closes in a few minutes I go back to my apartment, now an internet dead zone, on Verizon as it was on T-Mobile, and try not to think of the next step I will have to take to get the service we are paying for.  After some sleep, and the rehab exercises for my replaced knee, I’ll get back on the fucking horse.

“Hello, FCC?  This is Eliot, yes, complaint number blah blah blah”

Thank God there is always some kind of robot to listen.