if you want to win anything - a race, yourself, your life - you have to go a little berserk

The good: Beef - well, really more onion & garlic than beef - soup. Homemade, of course. The big secret? Water chestnuts.
    The bad: the gas company. Staffed by morons from top to bottom.
    The ugly: wrangling with the cable company over a $143 bill ($97 of which has been paid, the remainder of which is not actually mine) and setting up new service and activating new service without having been given the new account number. The result: I'm online (obviously), I've got a $41 credit on account, and my service has been discounted by $30/month for the next six months. Thank you very much—and could you please talk to the gas company for me?
    The new: About 10 days ago, I had a conversation with my doctor about the sharp increase in the frequency and intensity of headaches I've had over the last 3-6 months. He offered me two options: more (or different, stronger) drugs, or another round of physical therapy. Not surprisingly, I went for therapy. I've had 4 sessions so far. My impressions: ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. My back, shoulders and neck and a freakin' mess. I've had entire nights where I haven't slept at all because the pain was so intense. Not the pain that had been in my head, but the pain that I've developed by going through therapy and doing the exercises at home. I know it's the right thing to do, that it's "good pain", but it's also agony.
    The old: a tiresome work thing happened. The neverending story of in-groups versus out-groups, and what happens when people are left out on purpose (or, if inadvertently, still in a way that's hurtful). The worst of it, as always, is that it has intensified the low feelings of someone I care about a great deal. Do what you want to me, but do not hurt the people I love.
    The hip: Oakley OO9124 sunglasses. It's about time I get some new sunglasses. I've had the current ones for, I don't know, 10 years? Maybe longer. One of the lenses is badly scratched. Somehow, I've always managed to put it off - other needs always come first - but, maybe.
    The cool: 54-40 Lost & Found Archives, including a remix of the song "One Gun", which I love.

The quotation: by George Sheehan.