I had some more software issues and the below was in word when it crashed, and if it makes sense to post anything at all it makes sense to post everything. In a paper journal you don’t rip out a page because you ran out of ink. I mean unless you are thirteen and you drew a heart with your initials and some callous girl (or boy) and you were either embarrassed or she (or he) told you that you smelled bad and were gross.
So whatever the hell is below this goes on the box.
I’m glad that my journal is so haphazard, that it would be impossible to reconstruct what my life was like on any given day by referencing it in a journal. I’ve had a bad couple of weeks but not the sort you could point a finger at one thing and say “That’s The Culprit!” or if you could I’d be the thing. I’ve been on edge; my focus gets distracted by one reactive thing after another. I don’t like operating that way; reactive to things that are eminently predictable.
It’s not that I’m a control freak or always need to be prepared; it’s that … I don’t know. I’d have to point at things and give my subjective little opinions and when I looked back at this day it would be a collection of judgments. I’d rather it were just cryptic, or something more like Harvey Keitel in Smoke, the album he keeps that is just photographs from in front of his smoke shop at the same time every morning. Very specific and random at the same time.
Shit. I don’t know. There’s stuff below, it probably doesn’t give much insight into the day either.
It’s damn near dead center middle of March; it snowed all night and is snowing now. I’m not complaining, just reminding the future me that it is odd for it to snow in March, not really odd, but it’s sort of odd that there has been more than a half foot of standing snow all month and that more is coming.
I have things coming in the mail today. Mad scientist supplies; beakers and flasks and various e-liquid poisons that I will combine to make yummy poison. I also have a phone and blu rays coming from Best Buy dot com. I dislike the store so much that I avoid going to it or using my best buy MasterCard at a best buy, but I do get rewards. For some reason not clear to me I decided my dad should have phone service in his place, I guess more for my siblings to call than the idea that my dad knows how to use a phone, or, more likely, cares to use precious memory skills on something as silly as a phone. One of those is coming from bestbuy dot com. Everything there bought with reward bucks.
The poisons I bought elsewhere. The local paper ran an article on e-cigs and a bill in front of Michigan legislators. It’s a shitty little newspaper with shitty little journalists. If taken at face value what you would get from the article is that the Governor wants e-cigs available to minors and that e-cigs smokers are idiots. To be fair the article did mention that retailers already won’t sell to minors or that, likely, the bill, superfluous as it is, includes language that does other things and that’s why the governor wants the bill killed. They hate the governor here. Still, I’m pretty sure the guy isn’t in favor of kids smoking.
I am not hording poison supplies out of a fear that soon they will be unavailable. I am exercising my curious mind and my particular taste buds. If I had to guess I’d say the bill to prohibit sale to minors included language to protect e-cigs and liquid from further taxation, that’s the sort of thing both a good governor and an asshole governor would want quashed. I have opinions of my own. Among those opinions is that if a newspaper isn’t going to actually report the news they should do something else, something they actually plan on trying hard to do; coupons maybe or pictures of happy parakeets for the unhappy ones whose cages are lined to shit upon.
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