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railentheIf I am to be shot for that joke, then please let it be in the leg so that someone will actually go in and fix my knee.
The pain in my leg, as of this writing, is not allowing me to sleep. Neither is it allowing me to rest, because if I don't move it at least slightly it progresses to the point where I simply cannot cope. Stabbing, burning, searing--and tonight, what I think equates to wringing the muscle out like a towel.
Of course I'd like to sleep. It's a little difficult. Even with my favorite ambient on in the background, Hypnos fails to grace me with even the ability to nap.
So instead I'm up blogging again.
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A few days ago there was an interesting standoff in a local neighborhood. A resident had managed to rouse a panic by taking hostages, and when he was confronted, revealed something that looked rather like a bomb: wires and stuff connected to other stuff. The standoff involved local law enforcement, a couple of S.W.A.T teams, the FBI, the Secret Service--
Wait, what?
Yeah, apparently he'd made a couple of threats in the general direction of a number of important folks in the government. This alone was enough to warrant the Secret Service jumping into the area. Locals around where he lived were evacuated to a local megachurch, and maps were shown on the news report--let's just say I was able to see the boundary of where that particular township and my own met.
They never did determine whether the bomb was real or not--if they did, no one is speaking. The guy who started the whole mess was finally taken into custody--charged about twelve hours ago, if I recall. From the sounds of reports, the man was quite possibly mentally deranged. I don't say that as an insult--several times, the newsanchors would mention things that the guy had said during the standoff, and he really didn't sound right in the head. Luckily, the standoff ended with no one hurt.
But something tells me that this neighborhood is going to be a bit paranoid for a while.
Chekov's Guns everywhere...or so they'll think.
The pain in my leg, as of this writing, is not allowing me to sleep. Neither is it allowing me to rest, because if I don't move it at least slightly it progresses to the point where I simply cannot cope. Stabbing, burning, searing--and tonight, what I think equates to wringing the muscle out like a towel.
Of course I'd like to sleep. It's a little difficult. Even with my favorite ambient on in the background, Hypnos fails to grace me with even the ability to nap.
So instead I'm up blogging again.
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A few days ago there was an interesting standoff in a local neighborhood. A resident had managed to rouse a panic by taking hostages, and when he was confronted, revealed something that looked rather like a bomb: wires and stuff connected to other stuff. The standoff involved local law enforcement, a couple of S.W.A.T teams, the FBI, the Secret Service--
Wait, what?
Yeah, apparently he'd made a couple of threats in the general direction of a number of important folks in the government. This alone was enough to warrant the Secret Service jumping into the area. Locals around where he lived were evacuated to a local megachurch, and maps were shown on the news report--let's just say I was able to see the boundary of where that particular township and my own met.
They never did determine whether the bomb was real or not--if they did, no one is speaking. The guy who started the whole mess was finally taken into custody--charged about twelve hours ago, if I recall. From the sounds of reports, the man was quite possibly mentally deranged. I don't say that as an insult--several times, the newsanchors would mention things that the guy had said during the standoff, and he really didn't sound right in the head. Luckily, the standoff ended with no one hurt.
But something tells me that this neighborhood is going to be a bit paranoid for a while.
Chekov's Guns everywhere...or so they'll think.
