Not feeling as well as yesterday, but still better than the day before yesterday. May cut tomorrow’s pills as I did with yesterday’s. My levels need to drop a bit more. But if I can go longer and longer between cuts, great. Hopefully, I won’t have to cut too close to labs, but my comfort is more important than their numbers.
Since there are only so many more recyclable pickups between now and when we leave, I’m thinking of large items we no longer want or need that aren’t too large for the recycle bin but not quite big enough for the bulk trash pickup. I have a big black roasting pan that I don’t think I’ve even used in this house and we’ve been here almost 7 years. It’s a recyclable metal of sorts. I just can’t see myself using it ever again when cookers can cook just as well, if not better, with a fraction of the cost and without heating up the house. So that’s out in the recycle bin.
I never noticed the portable AC cycling on and off when I slept because that’s how much quieter they’ve gotten. You know how it is, they make indoor stuff quieter and outdoor stuff louder. Woke up warm a couple of times so I’m going to drop it from 75 degrees to 74. The rest of the house remains at 78 and will be 68 in the winter.
I was looking at some pics Kim posted of her trip to Rhode Island with her sister and her sister’s girlfriend and you would never think they were sisters any more than you would think me and the termite were sisters. Different heights, different weights, different styles of dress, different everything. Carol once looked like an average woman but now she looks very butchy, and again, while we all have a right to look as we wish and to date who we wish, what’s the point? Why do you have to “be a man” to be with women? I still don’t see the connection or why anyone would want that since you might as well just get a real man if you’re going to get something that masculine. Yet they’re your typical lesbian couple unlike on TV where they’re both feminine and gorgeous. Carol was the man-woman while the other was feminine and long-haired. I never had the desire to run and cut my hair really short, stop wearing makeup, and start dressing, acting, walking and talking like a guy simply because I’ve been attracted to women. Again, though, to each their own.
Took the bike around the circle, and as I was careening down the hill in front of our place, I caught a glimpse into Bob & Virginia’s kitchen window. I saw Bob walking and I don’t think he was using his walker, so hopefully, that’s a good sign.
Been having fun picking out items for our future house, wherever it may end up being, and putting them in the save-for-later section on Amazon. Some things we can’t pick out until we know what we’re going to be living in, such as murals. But I have my eye on a pink plush office chair and a really cool desk. The desk was designed for two users with shelves in the middle. You can actually set it up in different ways. I was thinking I would have a little office on one side and a coloring station on the other. And rather than get two chairs, since we plan to have laminated floors, I could just wheel myself back and forth easily enough.
Molly was in my dreams last night for the first time in ages. We lived in a strip of apartments and next to us on the end lived Molly with her mother who was still alive. Facebook came out with this thing that showed the profile picture of non-friends who visit your profile. I still hated her like I did a decade ago and was furious when her picture appeared as having visited my profile.
Knowing they were right next door, I decided to go over and get Molly seriously disinterested in me. I was surprised to find their door unlocked, but I burst in ready to scream at them only to find the apartment dark and deserted because they moved.
Not feeling as well as yesterday, but still better than the day before yesterday. May cut tomorrow’s pills as I did with yesterday’s. My levels need to drop a bit more. But if I can go longer and longer between cuts, great. Hopefully, I won’t have to cut too close to labs, but my comfort is more important than their numbers.
Since there are only so many more recyclable pickups between now and when we leave, I’m thinking of large items we no longer want or need that aren’t too large for the recycle bin but not quite big enough for the bulk trash pickup. I have a big black roasting pan that I don’t think I’ve even used in this house and we’ve been here almost 7 years. It’s a recyclable metal of sorts. I just can’t see myself using it ever again when cookers can cook just as well, if not better, with a fraction of the cost and without heating up the house. So that’s out in the recycle bin.
I never noticed the portable AC cycling on and off when I slept because that’s how much quieter they’ve gotten. You know how it is, they make indoor stuff quieter and outdoor stuff louder. Woke up warm a couple of times so I’m going to drop it from 75 degrees to 74. The rest of the house remains at 78 and will be 68 in the winter.
I was looking at some pics Kim posted of her trip to Rhode Island with her sister and her sister’s girlfriend and you would never think they were sisters any more than you would think me and the termite were sisters. Different heights, different weights, different styles of dress, different everything. Carol once looked like an average woman but now she looks very butchy, and again, while we all have a right to look as we wish and to date who we wish, what’s the point? Why do you have to “be a man” to be with women? I still don’t see the connection or why anyone would want that since you might as well just get a real man if you’re going to get something that masculine. Yet they’re your typical lesbian couple unlike on TV where they’re both feminine and gorgeous. Carol was the man-woman while the other was feminine and long-haired. I never had the desire to run and cut my hair really short, stop wearing makeup, and start dressing, acting, walking and talking like a guy simply because I’ve been attracted to women. Again, though, to each their own.
Took the bike around the circle, and as I was careening down the hill in front of our place, I caught a glimpse into Bob & Virginia’s kitchen window. I saw Bob walking and I don’t think he was using his walker, so hopefully, that’s a good sign.
Been having fun picking out items for our future house, wherever it may end up being, and putting them in the save-for-later section on Amazon. Some things we can’t pick out until we know what we’re going to be living in, such as murals. But I have my eye on a pink plush office chair and a really cool desk. The desk was designed for two users with shelves in the middle. You can actually set it up in different ways. I was thinking I would have a little office on one side and a coloring station on the other. And rather than get two chairs, since we plan to have laminated floors, I could just wheel myself back and forth easily enough.
Molly was in my dreams last night for the first time in ages. We lived in a strip of apartments and next to us on the end lived Molly with her mother who was still alive. Facebook came out with this thing that showed the profile picture of non-friends who visit your profile. I still hated her like I did a decade ago and was furious when her picture appeared as having visited my profile.
Knowing they were right next door, I decided to go over and get Molly seriously disinterested in me. I was surprised to find their door unlocked, but I burst in ready to scream at them only to find the apartment dark and deserted because they moved.
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