In which… blargh. Brain dump, no thesis.

Okay, so, yes, I was still in bed at one o’clock when my better half called to ask me to find his wallet, which he’d forgotten and might be in his jacket, to read him a card number so he could put it on some gas station account and maybe be able to buy gas on the way home later. Yes, what of it? It’s my Day Off.

I may have drunk half a pint of vodka last night, with San Pellegrino limonata? Yum.

Also, sleeping is fucking wonderful. I oversleep to keep the balance for all you sleep-deprived conscious entities!

It’s a lovely and cheery sunny day. It’s fucking uplifting, is what it is. I’ve made the bed and have a coffee shop smooth jazz feed playing. I need to: do the dishes. Do a load or two of laundry. Figure out what to make for dinner. Order groceries. Put the Christmas shit INTO THE FUCKING BASEMENT ALREADY OMFG WHAT. Maybe write a journal entry.

I’d considered suiting up and going to Bob’s for coffee, but I have tons of espresso (ordered some from Amazon, figuring we wouldn’t get out to shop, then he bought me some anyway, and so come over if you want a shot or two of ‘sspro, okay) and there was still milk, so I made myself a latte. Pennies on the dollar, as they say.

My shitty hand-me-down office chair is so wonked now that if I sit perfectly still it wobbles to my heartbeat. Vrrr-vrrr-vrrr. One day I’m going to lean back to stretch and I’ll end up wiping out all over the floor. That will likely be the day I finally order a new chair. What I really want is a piano bench on wheels. That would be tits. Keep papers in it, sit cross-legged, still be able to move it around.

Or just, you know, get rid of this stupid desk altogether, put a board over a couple of milk crates for my monitors, and sit right on the floor like I used to. Most furniture is highly overrated anyway when there’s already a perfectly good floor to sit on.

Recently read some bullshit about millennial males not having bed frames, like, you go back to his place and his mattresses are on the floor and this indicates some psychological failure on his part. Our bed’s on the floor, and when I was single I, a Gen Xer, thank you very much, put the bed frame in the attic and put my bed on the floor. So whatever, nerds. Doesn’t matter if wasting time and money on a bed frame isn’t a priority for someone; after all, people move a lot these days, and bed frames are heavy and stupid, generally, and don’t really accomplish anything you need (beyond making space for you to shove crap under the bed) now that most floors are warm and don’t have rats. I mean, regardless of what your hormones are telling you, you generally know immediately if he’s immature without seeing his furniture, and nobody cares about fucking bed frames.

I think I’m getting bored of vaping. I’ve been buying the same strength (6mg) ejuice for over a year now and think I’ll drop to 3mg on my next batch. Honestly, though, and this is the main thing, I need nicotine to poop, and that’s why I keep blowing off going to 0mg juice: I don’t want to be constipated for the days or weeks or months it’ll take my body to adjust. When you’ve been ingesting nicotine for as long as I have, it definitely affects your gut behavior. The last time I was sick I got bronchitis, so naturally didn’t vape for like ten days, and probably pooped twice. Hell with that.

My terrible habit of letting my hair get super snarled and then brushing it rather violently with a shitty plastic brush has resulted in a chunk behind my left ear that’s much shorter than all the rest of my hair. Now it just sticks out and I have to use a bobby pin. I wish I had the sort of face and neck you need to just shave your fucking head… although I wear my hair up all the time because A. my hair is fine and annoying so I dislike it touching me and B. I work food service. So in terms of what people have to look at, I might as well just shave it off, really. It’s been years since I’ve had a proper posh cut and color and maybe I should just throw some money at that, so I can continue to wear it up anyway.

Okay, I’ve ordered groceries so I guess I’d better do the dishes to clear off the counter space. And then I absolutely REALLY SHOULD stack all the Xmas stuff on the sofa so it’s staged for Operation: Take This Fucking Shit Down Stairs Already You Utter Cow It’s Past Valentine’s Day Already What The Hell Is The Matter With You.