Tonight isn’t too terribly much but I’m entering into the time of year where if I don’t write it down, I won’t remember it. Coming home when the sun is already mostly down tends to make my brain think “I have all the time in the world” or “I have zero time!” and nothing in between, like remembering what I’m supposed to be doing with that time.
(1) Go to Bank for Cash
(2) Home for Good Girl Treat
(3) Take Nala to Dog Park briefly
(4) Grab Food
(5) Head to Comedy Charity Event
(6) Attempt to make some kind of advance breakfast with the milk
(7) Check to see if Haircut can be scheduled in Des Moines for while I’m there
Hand to God, if I knew what else to do or where else to go these Sovereign Citizen assholes would drive me out of this fucking job!
Was the last clear thought I felt at work before the headache took over! Which played a significant part of my evening!
(1) Taken care of, though awkward and unpleasant
(2) Taken care of, though Nala had inhaled the treat by the time I even registered giving it to her
(3) Taken care of, though did nothing to alleviate the headache.
(4) Decided to go through Taco Johns hoping that immediate food would help the headache, it did not
Therefore, around 7:00, I determined that I would not be best served driving to CF, paying to go to a club, sitting in a room surrounded by other people, watching comedians until 10 or 11 at night. So, I told a very chilled Nala that I would be heading to bed and was in bed before 8 p.m. I fell asleep proper sometime before 9:30 and when Nala woke me at 11:54 to go outside… I felt like I’d slept all night! Which, of course, made it harder to go back to sleep when Nala came back inside. SO
(5) Did not even attempt
(6) Did not even attempt
(7) Did actually check.... not possible if I want the same stylist I’ve had there for years. Though, her availability is phasing out almost entirely so… it may be time to drop loyalty to a specific stylist.
Interesting things upon waking:
(A) I had a dream that involved pills that very clearly read ACIDAVA. A google search of the phrase makes me think.... there’s some Fantasy Adventure Story there if I had time and creativity to write it!
(B) An attorney and judge that I respect and cared about got into serious trouble. The Judge that helped me learn anything in Tiny Town.... the Judge who asked for my written support in attempting to get a promotion… which is the only time I’ve written support to get a judge a promotion.... and she got the Promotion.........is in trouble. And unfortunately, the best thing to say about that? It appropriately reflects the fact that trying to serve justice in our modern world with how the Nation is and how our State is and how these fucking humans are acting? It’s getting to us. ALL of us. Because we are all trying to figure out how to run a just Justice System when the State tries to defund us at every turn, while simultaneously building more For Profit Jails because we don’t need mental health care or poverty assistance; just tell the cops to arrest more and throw them in prison! Which.... if you’ve dedicated your life to just justice… well.... it doesn’t surprise me to see substance abuse on the rise in our profession, thus the subsequent troubles that come from substance abuse!
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