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I had an idea for a film last night. I decided that someone should write a script about the life of LtCol Bill Kilgore... the fictional air cavalry commander in Apocalypse Now.
I figured a story about him growing up and going off to war would be highly entertaining if told correctly. I think I'm going to write it.
That should be fun.
I went to the pharmacy to pick up some more narcotics today and had a miserable experience happen to me.
Firstly, I'm now taking a record setting level of pain killers. I've got Vicodin, Vicodin ES, Vicoprophin, Percocet, and Oxycotin all in my medicine chest. Add to that a couple of anti-psychotics, 2 types of sleeping pills (Ambien CR and Lunesta), a muscle relaxer, and an antibiotic.
That's a lot of drugs.
So anyway... I got a couple of other items while I was waiting for the prescriptions to be filled. With my two bottles of gatorade, some pasta, and ice cream, I went to the first aisle, aka the express lane.
I'm very anal about the 15 items or less. I count everyone's items while I'm in line. The old lady in front of me had 59 items. Not hyperbole, I counted each one. It angered me. I was in great pain because I had to forego magic meds so I could drive to the pharmacy. So I was in a hurry and I have no patience to begin with. And then there's this lady with her 59 items in the 15 items or less line.
I was trying to figure out whether to yell at her or not. My jaw was in extreme pain and talking or yelling would have hurt more than helped. As the event played out, the register guy gave the woman a stern talking to. I was bitter, but after awhile I begin to pity the lady. She was clearly not all there and having great difficulty just buying groceries. She apologized to me about 30 times and even offered to pay for my groceries, but I told her not to worry about it.
I don't want to get old.
It'll be different in 30 or so years I imagine... when the options are old or death. Most of the folks in my family live very long lives if they don't kill themselves.
This was a very morbid post.
We might get some good snow next week. That'll be awesome. The dogs both love the snow. I do too.