So I voted today.
Today was one of the advanced voting days for next week’s federal election here in the Great White (But Multicultural) North.
I’m not sure why we still call it advanced voting, seeing as it works exactly like regular voting on election day. I guess calling it “more voting” would take a lot of the sense of importance out of the actual election day.
Anyhow, this was a big deal for me because of my social anxiety. It was going nuts this morning as the time to go vote with Joe and Julian, 12:45 pm, approached. Many times I told myself I wasn’t going to go. That I would beg off and stay home.
That’s certainly what The Trog wanted me to do. Filthy little beggar.
In fact, I wasn’t sure I was going to do it until the very moment Joe came to tell me it was time to go.
But then I just…. went along. I’d love to be able to say that I overcame my fear in a burst of courage and strode purposefully into a glorious and satisfying victory, but no.
I just let the tide of events sweep me along, which is really more my forte. All the while feeling numb and nauseous and surreal.
Why so scared? Because it’s a novel social situation involving some place I have never been involving people I don’t knw which has rules I don’t know and where the possibility of my making a fool of myself in a way that makes me feel like a very stupid alien who should have stayed home in his pod seems infinite.
Look, I never said the reason would be rational. I am a lunatic, after all.
Rationally, it was nothing. We didn’t even wait in line long. Went in, showed ID and the little card I got in the mail, got handed the ballot and the Golf Pencil of Democracy, went behind the Cardboard Dungeon Master’s Shield Of +1 To Votingness, and marked my X then handed it to the election lady. She tore a piece of it then handed it back to me and I put it in the ballot box.
Ta da, democracy.
For those who care, I voted NDP. Because I will never trust the Conservatives no matter how “progressive” they make themselves appear around election time and Justin Trudeau is an embarrassment and a joke and pathetic and a huge disappointment.
That leaves the good ol’ NDP for those of us on the left. I used to have reservations about whether they were competent to lead, but then I realized there was little to no chance of them actually winning the election so it was safe to vote for them when I was once more disgusted with how the Liberals had devolved into a squadron of babbling weak willed squabbling morons.
And the more NDP there are in Parliament, the more of a conscience they can be for whatever party is in charge.
So basically, I voted for the Jiminy Cricket party.
And I was proud to do so.
AND I just successfully ordered my vaccine card over the phone. It should be arriving in the mail some time soon.
I am on a roll today.
I would phone Doctor Ebtia’s office next but they stop answering the phones at 4.
I will try not to die until tomorrow, then.
More after the break.
I am the man
So I came back to the computer and it was turned off.
Too bad! You’re an inanimate object so you have to have sex with me whether you find me arousing or not!
Sorry. Stress makes me silly.
Anyhow, the computer was not on. I tried powering it up but nothing. I checked to make sure it was plugged into the power bar (which was delicious, by the way) properly and that the power bar itself was working and yup. everything was 5 by 5 there.
As I am doing this, the well developed disaster center of my mind is working overtime trying to imagine what life without a computer would be like for me.
And failing. I honestly have no idea what I would do without this thing.
There’s only so much a guy can read, play his synthesizer, and masturbate.
My god, I might even have to get a normal social life!
Luckily, I remembered that since I bought it, my computer has had a flaw where the socket where the power cord plugs into the power supply of the computer is kind of loose and if I even brush against the power cord near there, the power goes out.
Probably should have complained about that when it was still under warranty. But it is a very easy problem to forget about and ignore.
Just don’t touch the power cord.
Anyhoo, I was able to re-seat the plug and as you can see, all is now well again.
And I felt the thrill of victory. I had saved myself from the incalculable disaster of having to get a life and I did it all by myself.
I really am on a roll today!
Loss of appetite
Warning : This entry will go long. Also…
Trigger warning : explicit talk about potential digestive illness.
I am finally beginning to worry about my loss of appetite.
Don’t know why it took me so long. My appetite has been declining for at least a year now and yet, despite it being one of the most classic of medical symptoms, it only occurred to me today that it was a problem.
I guess when you have been fat your whole life, you only worry in the other direction. If anything, being less hungry seems like a gift.
Like the world’s easiest diet.
But it’s bad. It’s a sure sign something is wrong with any animal, man or beast.
I’ve gone off my feed. And I (of course) have a theory as to why.
I think something in my lower abdomen is swelling up and pressing against the bottom of my stomach, thus displacing its interior volume and giving me, in effect, a smaller stomach and hence a smaller appetite.
My best guess as to what is swelling is my prostate. Second place goes to that umbilical hernia the surgeon claimed I was too fat.to fix.
Either way, the tidings are bad. I am going to need to tell my GP about it. This is not the sort of problem I should ignore.
I don’t want to deal with this atop everything else.
But I got to do it.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.