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I have made an unfortunate discovery.

Rainbow Goldfish give me toxic farts.

I have been sick all this week, which has been a bummer.

I've left the house twice, to get groceries/meds, and that's it. I've spent the entirety of the week either in the bedroom or downstairs on the couch.

Thankfully my roommate, Lance (yes that is his real name and no he is not gay), had to go out of town this week for job training, so I haven't infected him. I did however have to take care of the cats, which was nice, if a bit exhausting. Roma, the kitten, has two settings: Sleep and Zoomie! She has spent most of this week in Zoomie! mode, literally bouncing off the walls.

As I write this, I'm actually feeling a lot better than I did on Tuesday. I called in to work and am taking tomorrow off, but I think I'll be good for Saturday and Sunday. And I guess I'll go in some time next week and work an extra day or something to make up for Friday.

Now, if only my stomach will stop making sounds like a still about to explode...

I think my laptop of seven years is about to crash on me.

I've got a ton of stuff on this thing that I would like to keep.

I'm gonna have to start saving stuff on my memory stick and go look for a new computer tomorrow I guess. :/

So, we got some snow last night. Just half an inch, but that's enough to close down everything around here because people aren't used to driving in that kind of weather. I think most people have stayed home tody as well. God knows how people in Florida are handeling it. I saw that Pensacola had seven inches of snow! That's nuts.

I broke my headphones last night which is super irritating. I got these Skull Candy headphones and they lasted for years, with no problems, which is super-rare for me. But last night, as I was standing up, I didn't realize my headphone chord was under my knee and the phones snapped. Meh.

I'll go to Target tomorrow, when the roads are clearer, and get a new pair.

Someone tried to break into The Store this evening some time after I left.
I found out when I saw a post from Jorg on FB. Whoever did it, apparently threw a big ass rock through the window, near our life-sized Spider-Man.
According to Jorg, nothing got stolen. He said the alarm went off and that probably scared them off.
I'm assuming the security company called him about the alarm. I hope he's called the police and insurance. I know he was patching the hole until a more permanent repair can be made. But I feel so bad for him, because he's doing a show in Charlotte tomorrow so he and Ty were going to leave at 330 this morning to get in line to load-in before too late.
Tomorrow, I'm probably going to be explaining what happened to people all damn day.
I hope the person or persons responsible for the break in die a slow and painful death!

*sigh*
I went to a Halloween bonfire this evening in a little town about an hour away from where I live. I was invited by a friend from a FB group I belong to, who said some others from the group would be there as well. I was looking forward to a night that was, I don't know, more in tune with the spirit of the evening.

What I got was basically a drunken kegger attended by a bunch of wannabes. The music was terrible. The majority of the people were terrible. The food was terrible. (If I'd known that I would have stopped off at a McDonalds or something and eaten before I got there!)

My FB friend who had invited me was kind of apalled by the party-goers behavior and apologized profusely, but then she went off to drink absinthe with her girlfriend. SMH.

The highlight of the evening was when one of the drunken oafs fell off a log and possibly ruptured a testicle. While everybody else was hauling his big, stupid ass to the nearest ER, I exited stage left.

I should have just stayed home and hung out with the cats while eating popcorn and watching spooky movies online.

I don't even feel like lighting my Halloween candle or doing any of my other rituals.

This has been the Worst Halloween ever. :(

So, August ended on a down note for your's truly. While at The Store yesterday, I took our beloved Store Dog out for a potty break. As I was walking across the parking lot, I tripped over my own two feet(I think), and faceplanted on the asphalt. There were three people around who saw it happen, but all were wary of approaching because of Beloved Store Dog. I picked myself up and one guy in a wheelchair asked if I was okay? I said that I thought I was, then I felt blood running down my face. I wasn't too concerned because head/face wounds always bleed a lot more than other places, and I felt okay. I let the dog poo, then went into the Store to take stock of myself. Using my Phone cam, I saw that I had a big gouge in my head, a small abrasian next to my right eye and another one below my lip. It looked like I'd been in a fight.
My left hand was abraded, as well as my left knee. I had apparently fallen on my left arm, and it was sore, but I could move it and was pretty sure it wasn't broken. I cleaned myself up as best as I could, then went back to the counter. Jorg didn't notice anything wrong until someone else said something and then I had to tell what happenened. Very embarrassing. I did go up to CVS and grab some bandages and antiseptic spray (Which I am NEVER using again! That shit burned like fucking napalm.), but I finished the rest of the day. Last night, I popped an ibuprofin and went to bed around ten. When I got up this morning, my right wrist felt odd, so I went by Urgent Care and had them take a look at it. No break, thank goodness, but apparently I really did a number on my tendons. They offered me an Ace bandage, which I took, and some painkillers, which I declined, and then I went into work.
After work, I went by Walgreens to grab some extra bandages and a wrap bandage for the knee. But I don't care for the bandages I got (wearing one on my forehead now and it looks like I've got a diaper on my head), so will probably run through what I've bought and then just go without.
So, September. Oy vey. I hope we're getting rid of all the bad stuff early. Okay? And that the rest of this month is super-boring for everyone.

So, my mail headaches continue.
I didn't get one of my credit card bills. And I'm waiting to see if I've got the other at the house right now.
I think the problem is that I went online and cancelled my mail forwarding, but that it might not have kicked in. Or someone at the post office just hasn't noticed. Or that my mail is still getting sent to the 427 address, but Chuck is just throwing it out because he can't be bothered.
In any event, I think I'm going to have to go up to Columbia tomorrow and talk to someone at the post office. I'd do it today but it's fucking Juneteenth, a ridiculous holiday that not even black people seem to know about.
Pheh.

Today started off really nice, but ended a bit crap.
While out and about today, I noticed my car was dragging a bit when I started her. I thought it might be the battery, so I had it checked and, yes, the battery was bad.
But after I left the service station, I went to the library, and when I came out to my car, she wouldn't start. Radio and lights worked, but there was no sound at all when I turned the ignition. My first thought was the damned starter had gone out.
I called Jorg, and he came by and took a look at it, but he couldn't figure it out. So I called AAA and arranged a towe to Midas. But the towe driver was able to get my car started and when he looked under the hood, he was pretty sure my problem was the battery leads. They're the old brass kind that corrode. He thought they weren't drawing charge from the battery.
He got my car started and I drove it to Midas, dropped it off, told the techs what the towe driver thought, then walked home.
Tomorrow, I have to work, so I'm getting up early and catching a bloody cab.
Pheh.
Hopefully, I can get the car sorted soon and be mobile again.

Tonight, I went on a bit of a food binge.
Not sure why.
I wasn't feeling upset or anything.
I just binged on the groceries I bought this afternoon.
Now that I think about it though, I did have a fair amount of caffeine today. That could have contributed to it.
That, and the decrease in carbs.
My stupid brain might just be thinking I'm starving or something and so the part of the brain that makes me want to eat everything in sight got overstimulated.
And I am craving Doritos, right bloody now.