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  • Disrespectre

    Disrespectre

    • 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.