Today’s been fucked up so far.
Because I had one of my rare but fun attacks of insomnia this morning. Patient readers know the drill : I go to bed and am drifting off like usual then something suddenly winds me up and I am instantly and painfully awake.
Then I lounge about futilely trying to complete my journey to Sleep Country Canada{{1]] for a while before reluctantly concluding that I have no choice but to get up and do stuff.
So I did. Got up at around 10:45 am. Played video games for a while. Figured on eating lunch at 2 pm like usual then trying sleep again.
But then my energy burst suddenly and spectacularly imploded at around 1:30 pm and even though I knew it was a bad idea, I really had no choice but to lay down for a nap.
And that’s why I am only getting around to eating lunch now, just before 4 pm.
And that’s going to throw me off. My body does not like surprises like this. Having my meals at roughly the same times every day provides my fucked up diabetic system some hard earned predictability and this is going to mess with that.
But whatever. Nothing I can do about that now, except cope. I will be able to re establish the routine soon and things will go back to normal.
Hate that fucking insomnia though. It’s so jarring. One moment I am drifting off and the next it’s like I just drank a triple espresso laced with crack.
That’s actually a secret menu item at Starbucks. Go ahead and ask for it next time you are there. They will be very impressed and give you a knowing wink that acknowledges your superior status as a way cool insider.
Other than that, I guess I have been doing okay lately. Depression has been slackening. I feel sort of good sometimes.
I have a happy problem : between my sisters Anne and Catherine’s Xmas gifts, I now have $175 in Amazon Canada credit to spend on gifts for myself.
Which means I have to figure out what I want. Never an easy task for me. Patient readers know I have a lot of trouble making decisions sometimes.
Especially in situations where there as many options as this one.
I might get a new monitor to try to solve my Facebook issues. And to make my games all pretty and nice.
They have monitors that have innovations to minimize eye strain now. Sounds good.
I could get myself a super fancy ultra deluxe swanky vibrator. Something to really scratch my deep bitch itch.
For a fag like me, feeding my hungry butthole is very important. Still haven’t found the “right” sex toy for me. The one that fits me right and feels great and that I can pleasure myself with while also being able to jack off at the same time.
If only I could order a big dicked male prostitute on Amazon. Could do a lot to improve my mood by relieving my t-t-t-tension.
What else… new computer chair, of course. Or maybe just some really tough bungie cords so I can tie myself to my current one to keep myself from leaning forward and putting stress on my lower back all the time.
Or here’s a crazy idea : books. I haven’t added a new book to my collection in ages. Plenty of Discworld books I haven’t read, to name just one.
Hmmm. I need time to think about this.
But then again, this
Current status : annoyed that my local KFC closes at 7:30 pm.
I mean, waddy fug? I can’t be the only night owl in town. And there has to be enough business in late-night cravings and such to justify staying open later.
I had my order all worked out. I was going to get some chicken tenders, 4 biscuits, and coleslaw (gotta have my slaw), and I was really jonesing for those biscuits.
Damn do I love me a good biscuit.
But noooo. They close at 7:30 pm. So I ordered from 7-11 instead.
And they have chicken tenders. But no biscuits.
It was a furry I know named Ish that started it all. He is from the Deep South and he got to talking about having biscuits and gravy for breakfast and that kicked off my biscuit cravings and here we are.
So now I am munching my three chicken strips/three potato wedges combo, which costs $6. If I had gotten the strips by themselves, it would have cost me… $6.50.
I shitteth thou not. It cost less for more. It’s like they are saying, “Listen, we will PAY you 50 cents to take these goddamned potato wedges off our hands!”.
I don’t even want the wedges. They’re okay but not great.
But a bargain’s a bargain.
Today’s been uneventful, apart from the sleep issues detailed above the line in today’s blog entry. And that’s fine by me.
I need to cocoon now and then. These days where nothing is expected of me let me recharge my social batteries.
Like a dying cellphone, they charge slow and don’t hold much of a charge so they tend not to last very long.
If only I could put them in airplane mode!
Tomorrow night is New Year’s Eve. You know, when you think of it, it’s weird that we have a major holiday that we observe that is technically only the night before the real holiday that we don’t observe.
Nobody makes special plans for New Year’s DAY.
My plan is to go out to watch the TV with Joe and Julian at around 11 pm. Pour myself a big glass of my expensive champagne, open my Pot of Gold chocolates, and pretend to be fancy for a while.
Heck, I might even put clothes on for the occasion.
Because it’s pretty hard to be fancy naked. You at least need accessories. Top hat, or pearls, maybe a jaunty plume array.
Some day, I hope to be healthy enough in both body and spirit to go to actual parties on special occasions like this.
For now, I’ll just keep kickin it homestyle.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
[[1]] Sing it with me : Why buy your mattress anywhere else? [[1]]