Your Doctor in Normal entries

“Ask your doctor if your heart is healthy enough for sex” — Every ED commercial.

I was trying to remember where and how I learned that you could be too fucked up for sex. Um, let me rephrase; suffering too many ailments. I think I learned about being too altered for sex around age seventeen or so; it’s not a pretty story and I don’t want to tell it. I don’t remember. I do know those commercials sure make it clear (ok, so Viagra has a few with pretty women being seductive and who is listening to the voiceover? You’re either thinking Viagra can fix your/spouses dick, following the camera over the spokes model … intellect, or wondering if you could make a sandwich before the commercial is over).

Wow, shit. The above paragraph is leftover from a day or two ago. To the best of my knowledge it’s got nothing to do with nothing, or, rather, everything to do with nothing. My free time has been a bit hazy. The two latest obsessions, gym time and medicinal marijuana, take up more time than just the act. There’s the cooling down, the crashing, and the next day.

There’s was an article in the Onion some decade or so ago. “Scientists discover that marijuana leads to being really stoned” and there were quotes from guys in lab coats “… heh, titter, titter, I’m really stoned.” If the feds ever relent and allow national law to provide for recreational usage, the FDA will slap a tag on it WARNING; This product contains cannabinoids and THC and may cause stoniness. Do not operate heavy machinery or even light machinery if it, you know, seems weird. And bring some Doritos.

There’s this little guy who’s been manning the desk at the gym (when we first joined someone was there like 20 hours a week, since January it’s been more like 35). He’s shorter than I am and I’m short. He’s going to state on a golf scholarship. When I was in on Monday the place was almost empty and the golfer was working out in shorts and a wife beater. If it weren’t for his size that little fucker could compete in beauty contests … wait, no, they’re called … bodybuilding contests. I mean he’s got definition everywhere it’s just to scale. I’m still straight and still think bodybuilding isn’t a sport, otherwise I’d have an opinion on letting little guys compete. Oh, he’s also a Canadian. He’s very polite.

Sore and stoned and in my folks attic, I feel like a fucking teenager. For the record Trump has yet to call the Onion fake news. Heh. Just saying. His kids seem to have pissed off the mayor of Vancouver though who refused to go to the opening ceremony for Trump Tower Vancouver citing something along the lines of “… the Trump brand used to stand for luxury lifestyle, now it stands for racism, misogyny and ignorance …” yeah, I think the exact quote was more precise. You know you’re pissing people off when a Canadian mayor is pissed off. Google no longer likes my request; Ok google, what sort of crazy shit did trump do today? Seems way too many web pages use Trump, crazy and shit. Too much separating the wheat from the chaff for me.
Ok, posting so this doesn’t linger beyond recognition.