My Lunch Date With Charles Manson in Hello

Court today. It didn’t go too well but I’m still a free man. Suffice to say I don’t want to talk about it.

My ritual for after court is to hit up Tenders and get lunch. Swear to everything holy there was a guy in there that was the spitting image of Charles Manson sans the swastika tattoo on the forehead. It was a little unnerving.

My body is absolutely worn out today. I’ve been go go go all week now I’m ready to sleep for a week. Alas I can’t. Gotta go by Walgreens and pick up more glucose test strips for mom.

That reminds me, when I took her to the doc yesterday the hospital didn’t send him ANYTHING about her stay and diabetes. I was so fucking pissed. That level of incompetence is stunning! (She didn’t have a very good stay there.) Ugh, I don’t want to think about it.

Took two Tylenol knock offs, just waiting for them to kick in. I think after the pharmacy I’m going to take a nap.

Tonight’s dinner comes from the Betty Crocker Diabetic Cookbook. Glazed meatloaf. I’ll post a recipe later.

In the meantime, ✌️ y’all.