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i am cresting and troughing daily.........today is a sitting-on-the-fence day........perhaps i should be thankful for that.......i am even scared to admit that the fax has been sent..........that the council will have recieved it when it opens its offices on monday.........of course.........like sorrow just pointed out.........when i call they will tell me that the fax was too hazy..........send the original paper...........troughing again..........and in fact........i am thinking of going to the hospital tomorrow.........even if its a sunday.......my wife.........my strength..........is with me in it.........i dont even know how to operate the jazzy electronic bp machine..........what the eclipse on my planet shifts.........i get a job in the ward.......and destiny asks me to switch the machine on...........i wouldnt have a clue.........enthusiastic cutlet that i am...........i want to go on sundays and learn even the mopping bit.............is it my dedication.........if it is then it seems quite fruitless.........considering my directionless state and my soon to be thirty nerve cells...........because cells dont multiply and regenerate..........once made, they remain for life.......anyway........tomorrow i should trough........because today was a little cresty.........presence is a parlous disparity...........lets see what tomorrow brings.......