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Real Life

4:45 pm

Really feeling old this past week. Just thinking way too much about my birthday coming up. Did I already talk about this? Dementia is setting in.

This birthday is just waaaay too close to 50 I guess. ::shrug::

Got my hair cut in a rather boyish punk cut. Unfortunately Joker’s mom… ok, I can never remember her name even though I’ve known her for 11 years. It’s Katie, but… lol I blank and just call her Joker’s mom because I took care of her doggo, who thankfully is still kicking, though not very well. He’s still happy, though, and that’s what matters.

What I was going to say is unfortunately she put styling crud in my hair. I should have stopped her but I was zoned out when she put the gook in her hands. I don’t mind it, but I really wanted to color my hair. So if I wanted to do that tonight, I’d have to wash it, wait for it to dry, color it, get back in the shower. yada yada. I don’t feel like going through all that. Plus having to put Vaseline all over my damn head (around the hairline) so I don’t turn into a smurf isn’t fun.

I’m getting rather bitchy and impatient to have our house back to normal. And I’m getting bitchy about people being lazy. I know I can be lazy, and I shouldn’t use the chronic pain as an excuse, but it is the reason I don’t do stuff 99% of the time. Speaking of which I need to go do my dishes.

6:29 pm
Meh. I should be doing something. Coloring, or making a bracelet, or… anything. Tell me to get off my ass and do something creative. Sitting here doing nothing is not good for my brain.

See ya.