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So fox, not great, sorry, just said airlines are cracking down on "service dogs". So, hopefully you don't have to sit next to a pb.

Drinking me wine. Talking to a friend. She asked to see my bed. Okay.

Now she's scared.

I have 5 kitty pillows, nick cage pillow, a zebra, and dracula and a zombie.

I guess this is not normal? Drunk purchasing.

Chairs

As I said. No power. And if I'm going to be bored might as well go where I know there's power.

Hugs.

Getting wine and tacos.

So my feet started getting bad pins and needles and pain. Totally typical symptoms.

I was like dang. More steroids.

But I changed my socks and lotioned up and found a bump with almost a spike in it on the sole of my foot.

I tweezed out what may have been a stinger and drained it. And dressed it.

It was so small. The pins and needles went away, the pain and swelling went down.

I had a goddamn bug sting. Expressing a typical MS symptom.

So check your body daily for strange stuff. Hugs

So covid finally found me. That bitch. So over the last ten days I haven't been able to drink, smoke, function, it's a stupid fucking stupid stupid.

So are wds worse than covid...I'm going for covid wins because this year's edition comes with explosive diarrhea and the fun fun ability not to sleep because you can't stop coughing because the cough takes forever to get productive.

I would take wds once a week for a year rather than this fresh cunt of a virus.

Oh I'm vaccinated and boosted.

Ps. There are 5 fresh packs of cigarettes in my truck. Mocking me. 2 weeks. I haven't gone this long in over 20 years. I'm very cranky.

Like when you swear to dogs the heater is playing blues traveler? Or something?

I think it's a me thing. I worked in a lab and the vent liked country music. I do not.

Just a strange thing.

It's okay, but it's so quiet it's just a tune and you think you can hear lyrics but not.

And sometimes I need anything playing to not hear the aircon sing.

No I don't have loud music at work or home. I don't really listen because I can hear it all the time. No I don't have metal in my head. Or CO2 poison.

Mostly lurker, but I comment my loves.

It's 5am. I just killed a big ass bottle of wine. My roommates are getting up in 30 minutes.

I have to walk down stairs to my apartment. It's dark but mine. But not mine.

I'm sad as shit. I cried through two paper towels through finding Nemo and 80 for Brady. Fuck I don't even like football. It was really cute. A plus. (Ps. Kleenex is bullshit, it just pills up on your face when you ugly cry)

Fuck. So many fucks. Chairs. And fucking chairs.

Why is my font stupid. It looks like typewriter.

I miss my pets. I miss my friends. The only thing I love here is the sunrise and sunset. It's epic daily.

Ps. Fuck Mike.

Pps. Chairs so hard yo

So I keep seeing Yorkshire pudding on baking shows. But I'm American, so I've never had one and the shows make it l look like it's so picky and Hayes rising and all the scary things.

So I pull out my trusty 40 year old copy of joy of cooking.

It's literally 3 ingredients. Well 5 sorta.

Flour, water, milk, salt, egg. And butter in the cupcake tin.

20 min at 400f then down to 360 for 15.

I had these gorgeous buttery, fluffy, tasty, puds. It was magic.

So, don't get scared of things that look scary on TV. These bad boys are so easy.

He blessed us with stickers and love and his big Superman heart. He's a super playa man.

I hope he sees this. :)

I hope to visit freezer burn just to give him a hug.

Did you see him?