Twice to town.

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A few returns.  Time was running out.  Needed my phone, for email, and when I got to town I realized it was back at home.  Gah.  Still, was able to get back, find it, return, and do the returns.  Yes, it was in question.

While doing better from this morning, and never did need to end up napping or sleeping longer, I was still just barely staying awake, and getting through the day.  One trip in was a push.  Two was a shove.  It was difficult.  But... the driving was nice, it is, was, a nice day.  Conditions couldn't have been better.

I listen to the catholic radio station, if they have something on.  Or very old rock stations.  It's 60's to the 90's?  With a few rare newer and maybe older things.  I've heard Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, and, hmm... for newer?  Actually, I'm not sure I would know newer.  Might be old, but new to me?  Rarely, but it happens.  Yes, maybe to the 90s, perhaps 00s?  Anything newer would already nearly be in the musac category... made for elevator music, as I put it.

While I'd like an experimental station?  As long as it stayed away from jazz we would be good.  I love when academics think jazz is class, or the faux rich, noob wealthy, or even the old money.  Deadenders, who have absolutely no real idea what good, or bad, is.  I suppose with barrels of top notch gin, even rap sounds good to some?  Definitely drank.  Skank drank too.  Bleh.  Well, and there are some limits.

Though... I think the radio stations are kept on the air by the government, which is why there is so much dei involved.  The push it.  Just listen for "global... whatever it is today", or "diversity", or a few other lib catch phrases.  Funny thing is, unlike Goebbels, and the people in his time?  People have completely tuned out.  Not joining hands, in multiculti circles, singing kumbaya.  Separating, and getting ready to rumble.  But... not to their drumbeat, in their timing.  No one likes Charlie Manson anymore than Tyrone.  Keep an eye on both the bastards.  But... just... leave them and the fools gold seemingly earned around them.  They'll tend each other.  Or the idiots in the capitol will get China, Russia, or Iran, to nuke enough of the cities to manage the critter problems.  Nowhere else of worth to hit.

Anyway... yes.  Done.  I did buy another office chair.  They just break down after a while.  This one was on sale, and I got a 15% off deal, which worked on the already half-off chair.  So... while at the price I am used to paying, not the inflated price.  And... a better one.  Or... we'll see.  Never can tell.

I meant to put some money into my main account, from my other account.  So to more easily pay off a card.  I... got tangled, and spent more than intended this month.  But sort of needed to, body is shrinking.  I'm... needing to size down, a lot. Two x tshirts are fitting like my old four x tshirts.  I'm down to large.  Waist is probably 34/36.  But having the suspenders, and bigger waisted pants, makes it easier on the hip bruise.  That's getting a lot better... if the healing on that has somewhat plateaued.  Still, nice to have just a little extra room, and no belt.

But I am needing smaller things.  I'll have to get back in later in the week.  I have until next Monday, I think.  So...  I'll probably be a bit crushed tomorrow, with trash, recycling, two trips to town, a drive through at one of my banks, and else.  Ugh.  Oh, and I would like to fill the propane.  Or one.  I don't dare have them all full, the two odd ones will be stolen, replaced with empties.  Lots of criminals around.  Drugs, and just poor ass thugs.  If this tank goes empty too fast, I just won't be able to use that anymore.  I'm not going to feed criminals.

Ribs hurt.  I'm telling you, until the muscle comes in, fills in, where the fat is gone... or the structure resets, I'm... those are just going to hurt.  Trying to sit up, straight, right.  But it does hurt, wears me down, until I am just slouching like a teen or mule.

Someone mowed.  I figured who it was and... sank that battleship!  With a thank you.  Checked on some other things.  It's about time for a refresh haircut.  And, as I mentioned, I'd like to get my hair dyed, and try to keep up with that.  Just... to look... a bit younger, with else.  So as to... adjust value/worth categorization.  Look, thin up, straighten up, shave, get in swimming, dress better, keep clean, and you can really... change some of the ratings.  I'm just looking out of the grave, a bit frightfully.  I... think... there are women out there.  And they are hungry!  :)

Oh, if you didn't know?  My father, birth father, really was a lawyer.

Later.