Is Everyone Okay?

Social distancing sucks.  Wait.  Did I just actually say that?  Am I possessed?  Nah.  I’ll chalk it up to feeling bad for those who can never sit still, and are constantly on the go with travel, sports, and what not.

I’M okay though.  I’m used to staying in my house for days on end.  Unless I’m desperate for liquor, of course.  Then all I need to do is drive one mile away to get to the closest store for that.  No biggie.

Have any of you noticed weight gain?  Why am I gaining?  I’m not doing anything different.  Sympathetic weight gain perhaps?  I’m not going to point fingers, but I’m not the only one with a few extra pounds.  It’s time to start counting points again.

It’s not that difficult, except for when I crave bread and chicken wings.  You know those Facebook quizzes that ask what ONE FOOD you’d take with you to live out the rest of your life at a deserted island? Well, chicken wings is mine.  I need meat.  In most cases, deserted islands have fruit trees.  And I don’t know about y’all, but I could live with that situation.

Why am I writing??? Oh, yeah. I’m checking on everyone to make sure nobody has murdered anyone within their own homes.

How’s your hair?  Resorted to a buzz cut yet?  My son actually loves his buzz cut.  Now he wants to be shaved every other week.  I guess sensory issues has a little bit to do with his dislike of hair. Thank goodness we’ve had a set of professional clippers for a while now.

That’s a freakishly long thumb.  And why does it spring up like that?  Don’t answer that.  I’ve seen enough disturbing things on the internet for one day.

Stay safe, stay home, and wash your hands.  Oh, and don’t touch your face!

 

 

It’s Already A Day

Oversleeping is just the beginning.  Not that it’s a big deal, but I need to be up to lock the door after my son when he goes to school.  Otherwise someone might just walk into my house, because we live in the burbs, and sometimes we have a few homeless folk wandering about.

But after I crawled back in bed to get warm, my son texted me – IN CAPS – that he forgot his laptop, which contains all his homework papers and his calculator, and everything else under the sun in the case.  And that kills me because he carries around a gigantic backpack that weighs 50 pounds, and I don’t know what the hell is in it because he always leaves half of his books home.

I told him he had to wait until 9 before I delivered his laptop to school because 1. My night vision sucks, and 2. DEER . … which there were 2 in the neighbor’s front yard when I left at 9, and almost had a stroke because they were RIGHT THERE.

Deer scare the shit out of me.

When I finally got to the school and into the office, the desk lady took the laptop case and said “It’s not in here”.

But my son was fine without it because all he needed were his homework papers and his calculator.  The teachers will let him slide for a day without the damn laptop.

Then it was time for coffee, and of course they got it wrong, but I didn’t notice until I got home.  So I added sugar, and promptly burned my tongue.

Is it too late to go back to bed?  Oh wait.  I need to write about my whacked apocalyptic zombie world dreams … in a different post of course.

But first …

I couldn’t resist.

PS: Thank goodness the sun is out … or it was, and there’s currently an ongoing war between angry dark autumn clouds and the sun.

Screw Horseradish

Whenever my sinuses are plugged, I’ve always resorted to horseradish, which isn’t exactly a great idea for the stomach, since I’ve been told it makes your stomach bleed.

And because I can’t take decongestants – thanks a lot, blood pressure – I usually suffer and have to settle for NSAIDS and mentholyptus nose inhalers, which don’t really help.

But today, an obnoxiously hot bowl of Korean kimchi ramen soup not only made my nose drain, it also made my eyes and pores leak uncontrollably.  Like WTF kind of spices do they put in those things?  I’ve had hot ramen before, but nothing like this new one I tried today.

Except mine was Korean kimchi extra hot flavor, and every single mukbang creator I’ve watched weren’t lying about how it punches you in the throat.  My tongue was on fire, but my throat was begging for mercy.

The worst part is I don’t have any milk in the house.

The Perfect Description

Sorry, folks.  No dreams today.  None that I recall at least.  But that can be a good thing for me lately.  Especially with my dreams.

Today is just a general brief entry.

But before I get started, I’d just like to ask one thing: Do people actually donate to those Facebook birthday causes??? Continue reading