Slight Dread in Current Events

Today was going well until con-19 propaganda started popping up in my feeds while I was doom scrolling. They’re manufacturing consent up here in Iranada for masks. Last time it was just two weeks to flatten the curve and it turned into no jab no job real quick which lead to the leading cause of coincidence in regard to a massive uptake in young, healthy people developing heart conditions and dying suddenly.

The last time, I was laid off and lost almost everything. Savings and RRSPS I burned through. This was just after I started to get myself and my life together. Here I am starting a new job, about to start school again and now we are back at it with this global communist regime they are trying to grow.

Society can’t win for another 20 years. Out of touch boomers are in the way. I said what I said.

Anyway, I finally booked a physical and an osteopath appointment. I just bought tickets to see Carmen with my bestie and her work friend. The last show we saw was Swan Lake and I really want to see an opera next. This one was cancelled in 2020 because of that transfer of wealth and power we called a pandemic and they are going to try again in April.

I have been listening to this song on repeat during my breaks at work. There are a lot of feral foreigners at my work who chew with their mouths open. I don’t know why the sound of spit makes me so visceral but it’s not their problem. I have noise cancelling headphones from Amazon arriving today. I never buy nice things like that. We shall see if they fit over my big ears.

I was thinking about this sizing issue I have lately. I’m only 6ft tall. You would think I am sample size but most pants feel like low rise. They’re all capris at most stores because they’re never long enough. Long sleeves I have to roll up because they barely reach my wrists. Shirts are practically crop tops. I don’t like my clothes to be baggy. Crew neck shirts can fuck off I have zero tolerance for that collar. Shoes have to be snug. I don’t like things rubbing on me.

My friend Bruce is having a retrograde season indeed. Our old mutual friend is trying to reach out to her. This friend had Bruce as her maid of honor and this was during the toughest time of Bruce’s life. She couldn’t handle it and instead of handling it rationally, the bride kicked Bruce out of her life altogether. Went on a smear campaign. Now Bruce is engaged and is planning a wedding. Now this friend is trying to do what exactly? Bruce don’t owe her nothing. Swerve.

I’m just laying around, I don’t have any energy for anything else. Had to calm down, I was flustered for a minute. I’ll go play with my new microphone while I wait for my Amazon order.