Koog blames everything on...

In honor of the apparent change in season (is it just me who thinks that the equinox isn't for another month, or is that right? I really think it happened last week while I was hospitalized and too drugged up to notice) OK, anyway, I hooked up the new printer. I had been having a problem with it. The problem turned out to be a very d'oh thing, a stupid thing that I will blame on the painkillers along with everything else I've manage to flub during the last year. I couldn't figure out how to get the cartridge in... because I was putting it in backward.

See what I mean? I'm afraid I am one of those RTFM people. This isn't a good thing. In any project that involves putting something together, I never think of reading the directions before starting. It just doesn't occur to me, because I'm so used to making it up as I go along--improvising. I don't read the directions, I write them.

I wonder if this Al Haig-ish attitude is at the foundation of my problem with the rest of the world. Ed made a remark once about "rules that don't apply to Koog" and I didn't take offense.

That's... well, blame it on the painkillers. I am not taking them any more because they mess with my head. I think it's bizarre that I can't take ibuprofen or naproxen because they'll damage my all but non-functioning kidneys, but I can take the stuff that's like heroin, which has become public enemy number one. I think I'd rather just cope with the aches for a while than sleepwalk.

before - after