...mostly writing, I hope. I have to patch that drain pipe but that shouldn't take more than a couple of hours, all told. Today I came home from work exhausted--it's been a long week, and I'm bone-weary.
Mrs. Fungus and I were going to go see The Martian tonight, but neither of us has the energy. Oh well. Perhaps tomorrow.
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"Welcome (back) to the recession that never left but was merely papered over folks," is how Karl Denninger concludes his discussion of the latest jobs report. Plain and simple, it sucks, and sucks bad.
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People have to work at dying of alcohol poisoning because alcohol is legal and regulated. Which is to say, you're not going to make, accidentally, a screwdriver with Everclear, because the bottle is plainly labled.
Not so with, for example, heroin; if you get something that hasn't been cut as much as you expect, you can OD and die. And this is so because it's not regulated, because "illegal".
War on (some) drugs: still fail.
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Holy crap, it's October.