12:03 am

i'm up, unable to sleep. i took second hydrocodone 20 minutes ago. i don't know how to tell when it has taken effect. i keep waiting for the pain to go away (as an indicator), but it hasn't done so.

the shoulder felt fine most of the day. as a one-armed man i helped dave move a pallet of cottage stones from his folks' place in canby to his place off of 82nd, then moving fencing and arborvitae the opposite direction.

in the evening he and karen took me and kris to ya hala, a lebanese restaurant, in return for helping with the work. the food was great. we'll be back.

aha! it seems that perhaps...ah no, the pain's still there.

i guess soccer practice is out of the question, eh?

well, it must be doing something, just not about the pain. i can barely type a word without error. maybe that's just cuz i'm tired. it's taken me twenty minutes to type this...

good night moon.

p.s. i guess this isn't the best thing to look at it in my state. it's freaky.

p.p.s. even freakier is that this site is now the top search result when searching for "j.d. roth" on google! i wonder if they have some sort of new ranking algorithm for weblogs/journals.

p.p.p.s. this is my 200th entry since 16 march 2001. for what it's worth.

p.p.p.p.s i'm going now. bye.

On this day at foldedspace.org

2005 — The End of the World   In which I rant and rave about doomsayers who are afraid of the end of the world, especially those who milk events such as 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina.

2003 — Still the Best Salsa Ever   In which I provide the recipe for the best damn salsa in the world. In which I labor on Labor Day. In which life is good.