I’m preparing to move.

I’ll be heading off to the place whence I came. But preparing for the move is almost overwhelming. I am old now, and I simply don’t have the energy for this kind of thing anymore. My last week of work is coming up, and I’ve passed on all my responsibilities already, so I literally sit at my desk with nothing to do except think that if I were home I could at least be packing or picking more things to simply throw away.

But really, I’ve barely gotten started, and I seem to be better at thinking of things to do other than packing stuff up. Heck, I’m even updating this silly little blog rather than hop to it. I’ve hopped to it all my life, and I’m tired of it. Frankly I don’t really even want to go to the store and get shipping boxes, as being around people is more and more abhorrent to me. But I suppose I must.

At least I have a few people from my workplace willing to take some major furniture off my hands. Where I’m headed has loads of furniture already, so there’s little sense of moving any of what I have now. Besides it, like me, is old.

I suppose if I live, I’ll post again after it’s all over. Not that even a Mythical Reader would give a damn.

Greetings, ye Mythical Readers. It is truly a good thing that no one reads this little exercise in solipsism that your mad admin indulges in.

The reason for the long delay in messaging? Riots, ruin, road rage conviction? Nay, ’tis none of those.

Boredom. Simple, unrelieved boredom.

I have been posting again at the place mentioned in my previous posting, as the political stuff waned away again. I may have been hasty. It is a known property of mad admin, after all, and hence should not be of great surprise to anyone.

The recent anime season completed, and the new shows have started to appear, and…. I am uninterested in them. This has more to due with me than the shows, naturally. I’d rather rewatch a show I’ve seen before and loved, than watch something new that might or might not be worth the effort.

Remember when you were young, and it seemed like all the old people talked all the time about their physical ailments? Only now do I understand. I could do the same to you, if anyone actually read this, which they don’t, but even with your strictly mythical status I would not afflict you in that matter. I’m sure it’s even more boring reading about than it is living through.

Your mad admin writes very little here, as there are other outlets on the interwebs where he can spew his insanity. There are even a couple where his foam-flecked rantings are somewhat appreciated.

There is one less of those, now.

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It’s rather a strange feeling to realize that it is far more cost efficient to go ahead and pay the morticians to dispose of you, than to pay the doctors to keep you alive.

The idea of single-payer medical care (that is, the government paying for it all) used to bother me. It felt like enslaving all the doctors and nurses and hospitals and forcing them to provide care.

After the past few years of interacting rather frequently with what is called the health-care system here in my dying country, I’m a lot more okay with the idea of enslaving the lot of them. There isn’t a one of them that cares about me (other than my coughing up the cash), so why should I care about them?

Sure, the quality of care will go down. It’s already going down. What’s the difference?

And yes, I am fully aware that recent legal changes were probably designed to get people to think precisely the way I’m thinking now. Well, it worked.

At least morticians end your pain, rather than stretching it out over decades for their own profit.

Your mad admin doesn’t post much here, it is true. But at least I don’t talk about politics.

Here I am, making another post at my blog, which I only use because it more or less came with the domain, which I wanted for email. I’m up in pain, from oral surgery, because my CPAP mask hits right on the spot where the surgery was.

Fortunately there is Vicodin, or to be precise the generic version thereof. There is also internet purchasing of goods, which is easier to justify to myself when on all this Vicodin.

This will not end well. It never does.