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Went for a sprint around town today to do all my grownup stuff. Dazzle the bank teller with my to-do list. Wrestle with the insurance agent. Wildly gesticulate in front of the cable company clerks. Get stamps to tide me over until I find my stash of them. You know. Discharge my obligations to capitalism.
The vast milkitude of the sky turned into clouds, but the sun blew them off again before I got home. I'm not kidding myself all that didn't mean there's plenty more where that came from. I did not just fall off the turnip truck, you know.
I have caved to the convenience of Amazonia again. I'm sorry Julian. They've got my special tyrosine supplement, and cheaper than anywhere else and delivered free to my door and automatically refilling on schedule. I can't process well enough to function smoothly without that stuff and so automatic and cheapest best quality is sort of a matter of life and death.
The other day I had myself all wound up to go to the medical clinic and have them test my thyroid levels before they drop too much and cause all kine trouble again, but [1] I have to get myself so wound up to do that that nobody believes I'm hypothyroid until I start bellowing about all the rest of the symptome; and [2] I want to see if the higher class tyrosine supplement will obviate that ordeal. It should arrive Monday or Tuesday, and, holidays or not, I'm going back on the radical diet on that day. It's snuck back up to a size 10 and my dollar Calvins won't zip anymore. Plus, some days I am back to waking myself up snoring if I doze off. This doesn't happen at 6 or 8, but starts happening at 10 and always happens at 12.
TMI? Dudes. If I have to suffer this psychedelic body image thing every few years, you have to hear about it. For the record, Hispanic men are much sweeter to me when I'm heavier. When I'm skinny, they scowl as they whistle.
And... there are now people in Crescent City who smile when they see me coming. It took me years to get any smiles out of anyone in that town, ever. Now a lot of them are smiling and being pleasant. I know my better attitude, my lightbulb, helps greatly, but it's not just me. It's them, too.
Maybe the space lizards' frequency machine is on the fritz....
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