As I was rambling on (many entries yesterday, in case you didn't notice, in case it matters... thank you Amy), I finished laundry, yay. Next time finish while it's still daylight as the outdoor shed is not set up for after dark use. Four loads, maybe five, could have been six, I forgot to count and like I said, I don't remember the details. The room no linger has a dirty clothes smell so the mold and mildew smell is more pronouced. I didn't do the sheets, partly because I am not looking forward to looking at the mattress. It is on the floor so probably part of the mold-mildew that infests the walls and very old (20+ years or maybe a lot more) carpet. It old, hard, and very well used. I have not moved the sheets or top cover that was on the bed since I got here as I saw it was rhe same sheets and top cover the last person who stayed here a week was sleeping on (if you recall, there wasa wet spot, apparently water, when I first got here that took a few days to dry). She seemed nice and clean and did not stay long, probably spilled some water. Not thinking about it is better for me.
Where was I?
Lots of laundry in a laundry shed I had to clean before unlocking (spiders live there and have the door pretty well blocked off). On many levels I love the way The Maharaja communes with nature, but the city boy I am just does not seem to get comfortable in the wilderness the way I once did as a teenager. The skin on this body reacts annoyingly poorly to bites from any sort of bug or critter, like days of itching and sometimes weeks mad-itching from bite spots that get really inflamed even if I do not scratch at all (scratching makes them explode into madness). You think I am exaggerating, but it is just one more aspect of the over-sensitive senses I experience in this life on just about every level (why should the body not be as emo as the rest of me, aye?). The Maharaja is an amazing being in so many ways, I am lucky to have met him and even luckier he calls me friend cuz life here is so much better than it would be in my car.
After minimal cleaning, it was accessible.
Can laxative and lisinopril and HZT lead to heart attack symptoms? Well, this instagram or even this instagram use my name and maybe ought to be mine and this instagram might have been mine except I forgot the password and email I might have used to set it up and this instagram is mine now, as long as I remember the email and password whenever I go back and for no apparent reason, this place but if you want to know something useful to music lovers, this might help and that's the random wandering of the web for the moment, but I don't think any of that answers the question. I have not had any laxative since I took two tablets two or three days in a row and that evening had some symptoms that are on the list, but confirmation never arrived.
Distraction is my friend.
Besides laundry and continuing the wandering fun and distractions on the internet, I wrote a bit more than usual yesterday and had much fun doing it. Someday, when my princess comes or you decide to let me know, I'll know if the babbling linkage is any fun or worth to you or anyone outside of my head. I suppose the first magic-tragic love of this life time inspired the energy and motivated the babbling explorations and music took it from there. It's been decades, like a bunch of them, yet I can still remember what it feels (or felt) like to fall in love and be in love as me (you think Jackson or Precious or any of the people mentioned in this blog as adopted family have a lot of love and devotion to deal with, you ain't seen nothing compared to the complete immersion into the unconditional I experience and become and give when I fall in love (it will be forever... la la la) and as proven numerous times on several variations of levels and intimate relationships with and without physical sharing, it is way too much for the average human (or any human, for that matter), and I get pushed away (wait, it's coming, this is the first entry of a four day catch up, after all). People are convinced that they need their walls, just as they are convinced of several other collective delusions.
Sigh.
Some entries are buried deep in catch-up sessions because nobody really wants to read them, ya know?
Yeah, so anyway, I finished watching Life, which was cancelled after it's second season (the more I delve into TV series I never watched before, the more I realize TV is both victim and cause or the detached, incomplete, ADHD collective mindset of humanity that has dominated the last seventy years or so. Perhaps it was a reaction to the world wars that required a powerful level of distraction from the madness and horrors and stupidity of humanity that gave birth to the entertainment industry and TV was the perfect medium for it). I switched over to Eli Stone which may receive more attention in future entries.
Vegetation is an immature art form as practiced by humans.
I am also buying too much food and eating too much.
Off to the softball tournament.
You?
1 comment:
I wonder who you are asking. And if you are real. So many comments, so few people, and no answer to the simple question... why? :)
So was it still slow? Later, I mean.
Hope life is smiling for you.
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