Waddaya want, blood?

My modest hope for today, unlike the first two days in May, is to refrain from bleeding copiously. On Tuesday I went to the dentist because a five-tooth bridge had come loose and I was hoping it could be pastede in, yay. No such luck. I will need a larger (and of course expensive) one, and they had to make room for it. Then yesterday I had scheduled prostate lift, which pulls some of the prostate gland away so I can urinate better. Both were within normal parameters and uncomfortable rather than scary. Today I rest.

Judging the book

Actual trashy-looking covers from the Golden Age of Mass-Market Paperbacks

That is not dead…

According to The Register, Cambridge Anal. (which they abbreviate the same way I do) is not shutting down but renaming itself Emerdata Je l’emmerde.

Nausea

Sartre and the drug bugs