Friday 13th: If we didn't have bad luck, we'd have no luck

Assisted shower, dignity long gone,

whatever that ever changing word means anyway,

Few alternatives, better here than bed bound, but only just, and only temporarily,

Twisted hands, unruly hair, disobeying footrest hating legs,

A pulsating prison of flesh, "Could be worse though", he said with empty thoughtless conviction,

"At least there’s always tomorrow",

Cigarette smoke, soaps and inane chatter,

Hate the word and all it entails, but there are a lot of vegetables here,

And I’m not discussing the contents of the fridge or press,

So this is life?

Over a month as an unemployable bum, but have to admit that there are some mornings, that you do not feel in the least bit guilty about not having to get up early. Am determined to maintain some kind of discipline, and not allow myself to fall into a lazy routine of going to bed very late and getting after nine am (which is late for me).

Thankfully the ear infection is more or less gone. I'm not sure if I am going to get the swine flu. I still think there is a lot of rabble rousing connected with it. I will go to see my friend tomorrow in Collins Barracks, and the film 2012. Its amazing this country does not sink with all this rain, and tomorrow is meant to be no exception, so it should be a perfect day for a long film.