The light bulb burnt out. The light in the room I’m living in has 5 bulbs and from the time I moved in there’s only been one bulb that worked.I’ve been waiting, and waiting, and tonight it just burnt out. I have bulbs and luckily now I have a ladder that will let me reach it. I’m not too worried about it. I guess it’s just that it’s a pre-K light bulb and now its done. I somehow felt inclined to let it ride out all by itself - somehow symbolic I guess.

So I’m gutting the room I live in and it’s almost done. It’s a good news / bad news situation: The mold seems to have run off the termites. Mold is not good. But I have no time to worry about that since I’m catching about 2 to 3 rats a day just in the room I live in. Really, I’ve made the house completely unlivable. It’s fun. It requires adaptability. I’ve always thought that adaptability was the strongest asset human being have. It is also the thing taken most for granted. It is the thing not taken care of, and protected as an asset. People fall into ruts and they establish a “lifestyle” and spend the rest of their lives maintaining it or improving it. I’m not saying that’s wrong, I’m just saying, I try to avoid it myself.

Drug companies really get on my nerves. We’re a horribly over-drugged society. Seems to me way to many people are taking too much shit. And for the wrong reasons. When did it become a bad thing to experience the entire range of human emotion? If you’re sad, and there’s a reason to be sad, then why does that necessitate a prescription? Don’t get me wrong, if you have a real medical condition then take whatever the doctor says to and don’t stop. Ever. heh heh.

I also went shopping for a BB gun this week, figuring if I’m going to have rats I might as well have some fun with ‘em. Plus this way it’ll be a sport. The trap thing just isn’t as much fun as I thought it would be and is a little contrary to natural selection. My little mini-fridge won’t fit my pizza box so I’ve found that if I set the pizza box on top of my cable box it actually keeps the pizza warm. Since there’s no meat on it, I figure it can’t go bad and everyone knows that rats don’t like pizza.

I’m thinking of having a haunted house at the shanty this year for Halloween. I wouldn’t even have to do anything. I’d just charge people $5 to walk through my house and view the way I live. Sweet. Line up people! I may train the rats to jump out and scare people. I’ll have to give that some thought.

I heard somewhere the other day that if life was easy there’d be nothing to think about when you get old. I like the idea of that a lot.

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