After 44 days of straight blogging, I’m pretty wiped out.
I am so drained of anything funny that I’m searching any and all memories trying to scrounge up something to write about. The truth is, I’m stressed about money. This is incredibly embarrassing but I’m really really low on funds. For the first time in my life.
Earlier I went to the grocery. (see, I’m just like you!)
On the way there, I heard a large “pop.” And this came from inside the car. This was not the first time in recent months that I’ve had a problem with my car.
My mom very graciously passed down her automobile last fall. It’s from 1999. And one of those cars that has a lot of gadgets and accessories. I was thrilled to get a free car – who wouldn’t be? But also a little embarrassed to have to explain that my mommy gave it to me. Oh well – got over that one.
This video was entirely shot, edited, produced and uploaded from the tub. I know. It’s cool.
The double chin shown in the video is a special effect I used. Naturally.
This has probably happened before, I’m sure.
Facebook doesn’t send you a message that says, “Hey bozo, somebody has decided you’re not worth following anymore. Cheers!” That would be sort of cruel. But funny, too.
In my ongoing efforts to produce a post every single day, this one is down to the wire.
I only have a few minutes, so here goes:
Last night I dreamt that my sister and my friend’s sister had little girls in kindergarten. I went to pick them up from school on a bicycle (not sure how that was going to work), and when I arrived, I saw all the other mothers waiting outside for their kids to appear. Among the mothers was one monkey with a little 1920s hat and a purse. She was standing silent with all the human moms, and then when all the kids starting pouring out of the school, a little chimp-baby came out with the other kids.
One of the questions I am asked regularly is…
Do you still talk with your ex-wife?
The answer is yes.
Since I’m in a ridiculous number of support groups and therapy, I’ve had a year point five to process a lot of the anger and sadness that comes with divorce. Sure it still pops up once in awhile, and I feel like crying (sometimes I do) or screaming choice expletives at an invisible version of her (I do this too). That’s normal, from what I’m told.
At around 5pm today I got an urgent email and voicemail from my server and hosting provider, GoDaddy. Apparently they had been trying to contact me for a week. The problem is that they also call once in awhile to upsell me on an upgraded server or more bandwidth. So, whenever they call, I just let it go to voicemail and then I delete, without listening.
So, my girlfriend started doing research on Adult ADD, which I have. I take a bunch of medicine for it and all, but I also tend to freak out very easily about non-important stuff which doesn’t seem to be related to the condition.
Some of it is psychological, I’m sure. That’s why I have a competent therapist, and spend time each week on the couch. But there’s other things that seem to just be how I’m hard-wired.
In the past I discussed this little studio apartment where I lived in my mid-twenties. I have written about some of my experiences there, such as the time I drank some bad malt liquor and had an accident, and how I fell in love with the girl who lived across the way.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
