Brain fog still muddles my thoughts and so I’m not sure if I wrote about this or not, but I met the guy who ordered those sex pills from Thailand that I stupidly accepted and then dumped when I couldn’t find who they belonged to. It was a slender black guy who seemed a little too young to be living here or to have problems getting it up. Either way, he came to the back door once he learned we were the ones who signed for it. I told him I returned the package to Thailand, even though, as I said, I ended up dumping the thing. In fact, his hard-on was just inches away in the trash bin nearby. 

Tom and I had just been talking about how there always seems to be some long-term drama or another going on in our lives and how I was determined to enjoy the good times but dreaded what drama might be next. First it was the freeloaders, then it was poverty, and then my health issues. My first thought was, oh no! I’m going to be in for legal problems again because I was stupid enough to accept something that wasn’t in my name, something I will never do again. I vowed not to answer any court calls that may appear in the mail or at the door, but then I realized that no one can prove that I didn’t in fact send it back to Thailand. Still, I had an anxious moment there. Not like I did when the freeloaders tried to suck me back into their legal clutches four years ago, but a slight uh-oh moment. 

I’ve proven to myself that I can now make sure my schedule only jumps 1 hour a day and no more. Just 60 minutes. Just 60 lousy minutes away from holding it! I doubt I can, but once I’m getting up at 7am, I’m going to try. Tonight I’ll be getting up at 2am. Oh, to be able to sleep from 11pm to 7am every single day, even if it meant rarely being up during the most peaceful hours. Having those wee hours of the night simply not exist for me as they don’t for millions of others worldwide would be heaven. I still doubt it’ll happen any more than losing weight ever will, but I gotta try every now and then. 

Pain, pain, pain. Every single day. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m going to the dentist in a week, I would be making an appointment to find out why the damn tooth is still irritating me. 

I got my promotion code for the Pandora One pass I won, and I can’t say I’m very impressed. Song skipping is limited, and you can’t save songs to play whenever you want to play them. But I can do all this on Amazon Prime. 

At the break of dawn, I went on a chilly walk for 28 minutes. I only ran a little part of it. But the point is that it’s the first time I ventured out that far alone since my medical issues have been resolved and had no problem at all. I KNEW my anxiety and wild HR were medically induced. I KNEW it. I know what’s normal for me. Never have I been terrified of nothing at all, and while I do have a rapid HR, it doesn’t usually feel like it’s going to explode. 

No workers at Jackie’s today. In fact, it’s been an overall quiet and uneventful day so far.