Anniversary Plans in 2022

  • June 14, 2022, 1:36 a.m.
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Another day of fatigue. I napped for an hour. The cooking and cleaning I did really took a lot out of me. This is just ridiculous. Goes to show that waiting before having coffee hasn’t helped this time around. Why is it that things tend to work only once? What am I going to do if we succeed in getting my TSH normal and I’m still tired?

I forgot to mention that the other night I had a dream that Tom was fired. He was pissed too. Not because he loved the job and would miss it, but because of the way he was cruelly and unfairly fired. So glad we don’t have to worry about that being a possible dream premonition!

For our 28th anniversary tomorrow. We’re going to go out to eat. It will only be Denny’s, but I love their food. Just not looking forward to the blasting music. So fucking annoying how many stores and restaurants still do this. Supposedly, it’s to create a certain “vibe.” I looked at their menu online and I think I’ll get my usual steak and eggs. I like steak, I like eggs, and I like their fries so why not?

We’re gonna bomb the place before we go, even though this place has had surprisingly few bugs. I’m surprised. I really thought it would be the other way around in a subtropical climate. I’m wondering if it’s because of the thing we have plugged in by the door. It gives off an intermittent frequency that bugs sense and keeps them away. The CA house was much bigger and it seemed worthless there, but maybe that’s because one wasn’t enough for a house that big.

I’ve been having instant coffee at the beginning of my day. While the instant cappuccino is good and it’s nice to throw in some variety every now and then and save money, I kind of missed both K cups and having decaf around, so I got some decaf of K cups.

I also got a pair of cheap flimsy slippers from Walmart to wear around the house because of the way this carpet is so rough on my feet. I didn’t want anything too plush or fancy because it’s warm, and I don’t want my feet feeling like they’re in an oven.

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