- We’re out of creamer, so today, we went to Starbucks.
- Because I can’t go very far.
- I’m not supposed to be driving for at least two more days, but the hospital is half a mile away, and the Wife has to work.
- I took the backroads and drove slow as fuck.
- For those of you playing the home game, at work where these bullets all started, I refer to the family as The Wife and The Teenager.
- No one by name ever.
- It’s easier to keep doing that.
- If you know us IRL, you know their names anyway.
- The Barista, and she seemed in a good mood, said, “I have to ask you the question of the day.”
- Me: “Okay, shoot.”
- “The zombie apocalypse happens. What do you do first?”
- “Shoot myself.”
- Her mouth dropped open. She laughed. “What?!”
- “I don’t want to live through that.”
- And then we talked about it for a minute.
- One of my Profanity friends, who’s one of those brilliant guys who skipped a year in school and now manages a Home Depot, said it to me when a similar conversation popped up in Chat.
- It’s stayed with me.
- I think he’s right.
- I mean, by your fortieth can of beans and sleeping on the ground, worrying about whether your brains are about to get eaten, what’s the point?
- Food for thought.
- Next: Bon Jovi
- Went out for Mexican food last night.
- The Teenager drove, which she loathes doing.
- While on the way, Bon Jovi came on whatever that shitty radio station was.
- I have to upgrade the radio in the Wife’s car. It’s awful.
- We had a whole short conversation about how if Bon Jovi pops up, we’ll listen to it, but we’ll never play it on purpose.
- Then Journey came on.
- Same thing.
- Oooooooh, we’re halfway there, OOOOOOOOH, livin’ on a prayer.
- My brains are broken.
- Btw, I had both “Zomb” and “Bon” written on my palm so I would not forget to write about them.
- Also, I have not missed a day bombarding The Teenager with “A Pocket Full of Sunshine.”
- The cries of anguish are glorious.
- Speaking of cries of anguish …
- I have been buying stickers for my laptops and the Teenager’s.
- All of them come from wickedclothes.com.
- If you go there, well, look up Disrespectre.
- Cause I have that on the laptop next to the trackpad.
- You want the health update?
- Staples allegedly come out this week.
- My innards are wrecked.
- I cannot get far from a bathroom, is what I’m saying.
- I’m dizzy, but not like vertigo dizzy.
- Just wobbly.
- I have periodic stabs of pain along the staples.
- In the words of the Swayze, “Pain don’t hurt.”
- I have one-to-four doc appointments per week.
- The Mayo stuff resumes next week or the week after.
- Once a week, I have to go in for labs and to have the dressing change on the PICC IV.
- I’m on … like nine meds?
- I’m trying to avoid doing massive amounts of ‘roids unless these antibiotics don’t work.
- There’s a lot, is what I’m saying.
- I’m not whining, mind you.
- Honestly, I’m the happiest I’ve been in a decade.
- I don’t know how to explain that.
- Like they messed up something in my brain and now I’m happy.
- It’s odd.
- There you go.
- This way, if you talk to TCC HR, know I’m still so jacked up it’s unreal.
- Physically.
- I have so much happiness and gratitude, however, it’s crazy.
- Again, there’s something wrong with me.
- We saw Thunderbolts yesterday.
- I know you probably so my short post yesterday.
- It’s a top-10 Marvel flick.
- And I’m in the Yelena/Florence Pugh fan camp forever now.
- Holy shit. What an unexpectedly great superhero movie.
- I cannot wait to see what they do with this.
- This is getting long for the book of faces.
- It’ll be great on the blog (skepticlysm.com).
- Go sign up.
- Get the email.
- Ignore it.
- Whatever works.
- We’ll talk books or some shit tomorrow.
- The compulsion is real.
- Also, I got nothing else to do while I sit here on the couch.
- Grateful for you guys.
- Hope you have a pocketful of sunshine.
- Heh.
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