Yeah, may have to go digitally postal.

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The day was looking to be good.  I was awake, I got a shower in, I was slowly getting dressed.  The rubberband effect took hold as I was nearing time to go.  That crucial exit velocity I needed was beginning to look questionable as to whether it could be obtained.  A feeling of falling took hold.  As did a minor form of panic.  Not today, not again.  So I dug deep, found something to rekindle a bump of acceleration.  Just enough.  Just.

Out I went.  First to the post office.  Ah, so that's it.  I seem to have lost my post box.  Has it been that long since I checked my mail?  Is that just a clue, one more, that it's time to go.  No longer welcome.  Always possible.  Just brush it off unless more is seen.  Since it was so late, nearing noon, I didn't want to stop at the butcher.  I figured they would be more ready after 13:00.  So I drove on into town.  Just minor grocery shopping.  Somehow, when being helped, a pound of butter either 'missed' the bag, or fell out?  Fell?  Out?  No... really?  A manager brought it to me.  I don't know what happened, I am suspicious.   Just brush it off.  Hot day, much else going on, tired.  Just... nothing.  So I head on to the butcher.  I was not welcome.  From front to back, not welcome.  Why?  No clue.  Too close to lunch, on lunch?  A day late?  What?  Then I smelled it.  Like doe bait, back of the vehicle.  Ammonia, strong.

Yes.  I get it.  I told you, however, and some time back, that my fiction thing was over.  Should have added that any semblance to that notion in the future would be just that.  There are any number of women I failed to be with, or with whom I parted for any number of reasons.  Echoes all sound the same, at some point.  Just a dying man who can't... quite... reach exit velocity.  One more stupid example of dumbshittery and I'll close this blog to all save myself.  I don't need that kind of crap.  Heck, as varied as write, I might be being hated for... the exact opposite reasons by the various people who have shit on my day and vandalized my vehicle.  Well, it sure smelled like ammonia at the exhaust.  Not saying they were all in it.  Perhaps none of them were.  Just saying there is coincidence and then there is an klaxon alarm.  I hear you.  You may end up hearing me.  Why even read here if it pisses you off?  Get a hobby, other than reading blogs that piss you off.  Though if you stick with that hobby, don't be a pussy about it.  Cowards!  Yeah, I know... I really am a giant, even if a mostly dead one.  So bring some pals and go down as a team.  *wink*

As to today?  Don't care.  Really don't.  Don't let it happen again.  If I think this is ongoing, I'll simply shut down several business ventures planned, close this blog to others, and not look back.  I'll be going in less than a year, if possible.  No choice anyway.  Thank you very much.  Bleh.

It is a scorcher out there.  It says 85 F, 43 dp (falling), though it seemed hotter.  Definitely in Logan, though maybe over at the butcher too.  I have to ac going, and both fans.  Hoping, with that and the door closed, I just might get some winks.  I'm pushing, but after having to hit it to make it out, I'm having to slowly decelerate and cool before I can lay down.  Later or good night.