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~I'm so fucking exhausted my body hurts. And that is annoying me because I'm just too fucking tired to take care of the two things I wished to take of this evening.
I had decided around 7ish this morning that I wasn't going down to Lancaster to get the coconut oil today. I simply didn't feel up to it. I lay down again around 9ish, but only lay there for an hour or so before I got up again and had some coffee.
We needed a few things from the store, I wanted to return a library book and there are Happy Pills waiting for me at Rite-Aid. I figured I could handle that.
But I also got this thought that the local Indian owned market might have coconut only. They didn't. But I got all ambitious now and said 'fuck it, lets go to Lancaster'. And off I went. [that market is a few blocks down Sierra Highway, which is my main route to Lancaster]
It seems however that Lancaster was having some kind of 'big event' later on and the place was a fucking clusterfuck, streets blocked no directions and all of us milling around side streets. Oy...and hot as fuck, too.
I did get the coconut oil and at a reasonable price. Then I went a few blocked further in to WinCo and did the pick-up shopping for several bucks less than it would have been at Albertson's. [never did drop off the book or pick up my Happy Pills]
Poodled back up here, had some more grub and got back into bed...only to be woken up by a stupid fucking cunt neighbor blasting his fucking cunt music from his tiny piece of shit car. That has left me tired and grumpy...
...and now I'm too fuckin' wrung out to either do the 'oil thing' on Buckethead's foot or finish the last two or three paragraphs of Chapter One of my fanfic novel. I need to take drugs and go back to bed.
Yeah, these are fucking First World Problems, but tell that to my aching shoulders.....
....meanwhile Buckethead is in here bugging me while I try to write this, pawing and mewling. [remember he's a not-fat nineteen pound tomcat] I growl at him, step on him and call him a 'big stupid fuck with a big stupid foot'. He rolls around on the floor in ecstasy.
I had decided around 7ish this morning that I wasn't going down to Lancaster to get the coconut oil today. I simply didn't feel up to it. I lay down again around 9ish, but only lay there for an hour or so before I got up again and had some coffee.
We needed a few things from the store, I wanted to return a library book and there are Happy Pills waiting for me at Rite-Aid. I figured I could handle that.
But I also got this thought that the local Indian owned market might have coconut only. They didn't. But I got all ambitious now and said 'fuck it, lets go to Lancaster'. And off I went. [that market is a few blocks down Sierra Highway, which is my main route to Lancaster]
It seems however that Lancaster was having some kind of 'big event' later on and the place was a fucking clusterfuck, streets blocked no directions and all of us milling around side streets. Oy...and hot as fuck, too.
I did get the coconut oil and at a reasonable price. Then I went a few blocked further in to WinCo and did the pick-up shopping for several bucks less than it would have been at Albertson's. [never did drop off the book or pick up my Happy Pills]
Poodled back up here, had some more grub and got back into bed...only to be woken up by a stupid fucking cunt neighbor blasting his fucking cunt music from his tiny piece of shit car. That has left me tired and grumpy...
...and now I'm too fuckin' wrung out to either do the 'oil thing' on Buckethead's foot or finish the last two or three paragraphs of Chapter One of my fanfic novel. I need to take drugs and go back to bed.
Yeah, these are fucking First World Problems, but tell that to my aching shoulders.....
....meanwhile Buckethead is in here bugging me while I try to write this, pawing and mewling. [remember he's a not-fat nineteen pound tomcat] I growl at him, step on him and call him a 'big stupid fuck with a big stupid foot'. He rolls around on the floor in ecstasy.
