Last night I ended up getting sicker than a dog! This was right after realizing how great I’ve been feeling physically and emotionally. At least this time it was only physical. I crashed at around 10 and for the next two hours, I kept waking up because I would be either too hot or too cold. Then I noticed my stomach felt queasy. I got up and took a Tums. It seemed to help at first, but then it got worse. After the second Tums, I got sick from both ends. We’re guessing I had too much greasy food. First, we had the burger and fries and then I got a bag of pork rinds.

I slept a long time and woke up at 158 lbs. Wish I could lose weight as easily when I’m well.

So between that and my ankle being sore due to all the working out, I’m taking it easy today.

I got a headset skin with a colorful fractal design and while the design is lovely, it was very hard to put on. It didn’t lay right and I got air bubbles in it. It still looks cool and it’s better than nothing.

No motorcycle today, but the dogs are no longer silent. In fact, next door stepped out to tell them to shut up. Darren and Carrie spend a lot of time out, unlike the people next to us, and I guess when they’re both out the dogs don’t like it any more than Jesse’s dogs did. At least they don’t go on and on. The little dog was yipping away and the big one was howling. I really hope they mention it to them. Either way, I can’t wait for them to get the fuck out. I got to thinking about it and due to the virus restricting border crossings, it hit me that both couples are going to be here more often once Darron’s fully retired and the restrictions are lifted. I think I’m gonna be stuck with them for half a year, but I don’t mind the people next to us. I would rather them full-time than across the street part-time. It seems there is always someone stressing me out no matter where we live. But next year I’m expecting them between October to April.