Completing the Command Center…

That’s no moon! That’s a space station! --Obi Wan Kenobi I just drove down to Wal-Mart after midnight to get a premium grade cable splitter.  It was pricey being gold plated, but I needed one that wouldn’t degrade the signal integrity of my internet connection.  I then moved my second computer desk into my bedroom and put a small TV on it. It is a little messy right now, but I will get it cleaned up tomorrow. Let’s just say it is a well lived in space at the moment. Happy’s Food Delivery… My father brought Kentucky Fried Chicken last night. It was two breasts and potato wedges. The smells about drove Maggie crazy. I was famished and glad to get it. Maggie got her fair share as well so don’t think she got left out. Grocery day is today and it couldn’t come at a better time. My cupboards are bare.  Sometimes I do really well with my conservative allotment of food.  Other times, I am a dismal failure and run out of food by Thursday or Friday. That’s when fast food and restaurants beckon and my wallet gets lightened a bit. Dad told me last night that he believes I am in a manic phase of my mental illness. “And your mother is very down right now,” he also said. Ah bless!  The armchair psychiatrist!  You can diagnose me all you want, but don't go shoving any more pills down my throat. Connie! Here We Come! Mom also called me early last night. “What are you doing?” she asked inquisitively.”I’ve been reading all evening...
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