I got up pretty amped--last night was the last hurrah for any drinking-I had a few glasses of Pinot Grigio with some Sprite--clearly I am no purist. One thing all my years of bartending taught me was to pay attention to the signs you are wasted, hence I haven't made any mistakes to get me in any precarious situations in many many years now. I put myself to bed IMMEDIATELY. There is no cajoling, no waking me up, I am done when I am done. At this point in life my bed is usually very close when I am wasted since we are all largely done with people, it appears.
Yesterday I failed on the yoga because it appears I can complete only one thing a day successfully sometimes. Yesterday being lady day, I was kind of wrapped up in that and some other issues that came up--JFC FEDEX and WAYFAIR, both have failed any customer service success in my attempted interactions with them. The second guy just hung up before offering any solutions once I told him what was going on which is actually hilarious, and though I am the wrong person to mess with on the ...
Man--if there's something absurd that can happen to leave me confused on a given day, it's going to happen, I ended up going to a totally different address than I was supposed to, having first ended up at the right address, but walking away because the building address was well camouflaged and the address I had saved for the appointment was different. So I went to the address I had saved instead of comparing the confirmation text address to the address on the paperwork which was the same in 2 of the pages as several had the address overlapped by the business name and wasn't clear. Generally speaking, these clinics are not in the middle of cities in high rises--there's either in shorter dedicated buildings, or well marked some other way. This new place was not that place. The place it used to be in made sense, as it was an actual part of the VA hospital system but now somehow is located outside of the VA hospital building system. Oh and the A and the B building nonsense. JFC. You know once again I would end up in the wrong freakin building thanks to my google maps ...
I hate that I am a fucking expert on this over all things. I really don't need this to be my specialty--cardiac surgery, anyways, but I suppose you should talk about what you know. I know I need to get more photos, some tiktoks happening, though it's hard to imagine music to some things I want to talk about. I suppose I should probably just film a bunch of shit and Fiverr it for some options. After all, I can talk about it until all ends of the earth but I'm no fan of my face or voice a lot of the time. My creativity extends to what I can fashion with my hands, the internet is a little more abstract than my mind likes to work with so my program knowledge hasn't been the best over the years.
So the boots I have become a little too happy with--and I did buy a PEMF mat--the reviews were just solid for what I am hoping to get out of it, the next step is getting on a schedule which is maybe not every day as my date draws closer so I can use it coming out ...
