Are you nervous about tonight? I am. Everyone’s so angry.
I put this on Facebook already today, but let’s say you’re Sadie and you’re not ON Facebook. Every day I draw one tarot card to kind of tell me about my day ahead. I know it’s very likely not true but I enjoy it so shut up. Anyway, here is today’s card:
Weird. Weird Harold. Weird.
Anyway, let’s talk about something else because I can assure you someone is shrilly talking about today’s events somewhere online or on TV or outside your door or maybe in the next room, if you’re stuck living with someone.
Let’s talk about how weird I’m getting. I can’t imagine living with someone any longer. I really can’t. To have to share your food and have someone making noise in another room and vetoing your paint color? Oh my god that sounds awful. I don’t know when I switched over into this person, but here I am. The one that you love. Go away.
Not to mention if I lived with someone they SURELY woulda put the kibosh on keeping Forest Lawn. Right?
Despite sounding like the Unibomber with my hermitage, Lottie Blanco is coming over today! She lives outside of Greensboro, and in my mind it’s only 15 minutes away, then I actually go to her house and I need to pack a lunch and a sherpa and get a TripTik to get over there, and don’t even talk about the drive home, where you’re tired and the trees start to look like Where the Wild Things Are and you’re wondering if you will EVER see your doorstep and you kiss the ground when you do.
I think she lives like 45 minutes away. Whatever. It feels long.
Anyway she is coming to town and is bringing me chili that her wife made. She isn’t coming all the way here just to bring me chili, although there is nothing wrong with that and it wouldn’t be weird at all. But since she’s out and about, she’s coming over. Masked. Distanced. Still.
It’ll be nice to see The Blanco.
When “all this” started, she said to me, “I can’t believe you’re going through this quarantine alone” and I said, “I can’t believe you’re going through this quarantine with somebody.”
Lottie Blanco is an extrovert. Also emotionally more adjusted than me.
Speaking of emotional, now I’m all worried about Dooce. Dooce used to be a famous blogger and now she’s really just sort of an Instagrammer. She had an MRI yesterday and might have, like, a brain tumor or something and now I’m all nervous waiting to hear. And she famously starts to tell you something and then just never mentions it again, which is enough to drive you berserk. So she better follow up this time.
Anyway, she’s been looking terrible and acting erratic all year, and has had myriad health symptoms so maybe now we’ll know what’s going on and I know I don’t know her but I’m all upset.
I hate medical waiting. It always traumatizes.
I guess that’s all I have to say today, other than Forest is here as per usual and he keeps putting his PAW on the MOUSE and adding extra spaces and things. I’m torn between charmed and annoyed. He has his chin on my hand and his head bobs with each letter I type.
Here are photos I took yesterday evening, as I was wrapping up the workday. Literally. I got ribbon out and everything. Anyway, please to ignore the Pirate’s Booty. You want a pirate’s booty, look behind me. Mother of God I have gotten huge. This is the fattest I have ever been and I hate self long time.
It might have something to do with the part where I stay home, sit around, and eat all day. I’m not sure, though. Could be the dryer shrinking my clothes.
Well, good luck tonight, unless you’re voting for the person I am not. Harrrr. Try to stay relatively sober, although one of my coworkers is taking tomorrow off. “Are you planning to be hung over?” I asked him.
At the 12 Oaks barbecue moments before a Civil War,