On My Comma in Current Events

This problematic entry is brought to you in part by: Sleep Deprivation.

It’s a good thing I’m pretty is what I would be saying if I was indeed pretty. I can’t be ugly and dumb. I need to pick a struggle. As my mother would say. The other day, I tried to insert my car keys into the shopping cart where the coin was supposed to go. I then tried to insert the coin into my ignition after I was done shopping. Yesterday, when I left for Bev’s, I crawled into the backseat of my car instead of the driver’s seat because I’m just going places man. I put the birthday gift in the backseat and then over-committed. Today, I spilled my tea all over the counter. Then when I went to rinse out a cup I spilled water all over the floor. I then thought that watering my fern I had forgotten about was going to well. It did not go well.

I got a text today that my class is cancelled this evening. Rejoice! That made my day. I decided to get ahead on the unit. Creating a checklist to study from the last unit was pretty effective. I am doing it again going forward.

I wanted to go to the gym after my shift but I decided to do a coffee enema instead. Things did not well there either but mission accomplished. I will go tomorrow after work. I seem to be intimidated about going mid-day. I’ll get over it. I think it might be because I am going to finally use the cable machines and the racks. Bruce wanted to go with me some time and I kept trying but she kept having a reason. Well, she does have a cold right now. Also, she was on her period. Whatever that means. I’m on my comma. I am finally going to do a proper chest day and then I’m officially broken in. I was hoping Bruce could be my moral support/spotter.

I’m so tired and loopy it hurts. I refuse to nap. I want to get the perfect sleep tonight. I am about to heat up the Thanksgiving leftovers and bake two of those plant-based stuffed turkey cutlets. Whatever that is. I had it at my mother’s and it was actually delicious.

Today, at work, they are celebrating diversity and we had to go around the room and tell everyone a favourite meal, a favourite holiday and a fun fact about ones culture/country/ethnicity. I explained that my father’s side is Ojibwe, a First Nations country before the West was colonized. Then I explained that my mother’s side is Germanic/Swedish, and they’re Mennonite. My great-grandfather sold 1 cow, 1 pig, 1 chicken, and 1 carriage to be smuggled out of Russia into Canada. I briefly explained how my father’s side had gone through the residential schools. My father included. It was a depressing topic.

Did you know that people who come to the West from India don’t know much about Christianity? I do. I like to explain it to them because they get a kick out of it. Generally, the Punjabs. I was telling Raj about it and she thought I was pulling her leg. She doesn’t believe that people believe those are actual events that took place. Sikhs understand that everybody is worshipping the same god. I just understand that God is simply energy and motion at rest. I digress. I do love the Bible stories. I liked Sunday school for them. I had a weird relationship with accepting it as history because of what this doctrine had done to humanity. She told me that it was weird to see white people in India speak Punjabi. They would give them Bibles that were written in Punjab. I explained to her that they were missionaries and that their Jesus would not come until everybody was Christian. We need to submit or die and go to hell.

I think re-legion is on my mind because of what is happening in East Palestine. I’m avoiding what the news has to say. I’m looking at everything, lightly, from everyone’s perspective. I don’t want to touch on it. I do see this being the one that brings us all into WWIII which is all about the banks. It’s about who controls the debt after. Guess who owns the banks?…

Anyway, I’m wearing that XL sweater right now for the first time and it is so cozy. It has a fleece lining inside. Also, it fits. Something fits! Well, it’s oversized but I have full coverage. I might become addicted to oversized hoodies. Unlike my pants this morning at work. I forgot my belt. It’s weird that I struggle to get into my pants because nobody else seems to struggle to get into my pants… ba dum tsssss.