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Spent part of the day rearranging my clutter, but not enough so you’d notice. So that one would notice, notice an attempt to clean. I’m not saying you don’t care or that there is no pleasing you, on the other hand it’s very unlikely that any of you will ever come to this room, but, in such an event you can strap on the rubber gloves … and maybe later we will clean.

What spurred such a mediocre frenzy of futile clutter shifting? If I had to name it it’d be the idea that ejuice might go bad. Not morally corrupt, but, you, dangerous perhaps. After searching on line I came to the conclusion that I should throw away old shit that I don’t vape anyhow. The closest threads to answering my question fell back on quintessential vape related answer “who the fuck knows? There aren’t any conclusive studies (sometimes the FDA is thrown in there as a bad guy)” There were a lot of pseudo-scientific arm chair responders talking about flavor degrading, and one or two who came to the same conclusion as I did — if it tastes shitty toss it. Something about sediment and color, but one doesn’t apply and the other no one, or at least this no one, gives a flying shit or a rats fuck.

Although I haven’t talked directly to my daughter she’s facebooking like nothing hurts. That should join that inspirational list that pops up now and again, you know, Live like there’s no tomorrow, piss like no one’s looking, Hmmm it’s a long list of colloquial affirmations.

I spent two hours at my last half hour doctors appointment. The intern announced with glee that he had a new attending (for a year now I’ve told him every time I’ve seen him that his attending lied to me to the detriment of my health and I’m not agreeing to jack shit). The new guy was very ingratiating but halfway into his spiel that old 80’s song kept playing in my head “she blinded me with science!” He was telling me about science. I won’t go into it, but after the fifth time he said I’d live longer I told him “I’d rather live better than longer.” God only knows what song popped into his head. Judging by the salt and pepper I’d say the Smiths “Girlfriend in a coma, I know, I know, it’s very serious”.

It had nothing to do with vaping. But I was online looking for what it did have to do with. Yeah, no. One day I will blow this pop stand and it will start all over again. Um, that wasn’t existential, though, yeah, if pop stand meant vale of tears, one day I will blow this popstand. I’m not the one, however, who kept talking about me dying in a general sort of way eventually. Everyone in the room was in serious danger of blood sweat and tears popping into their heads

Yeah, so, I’m going to shuffle more shit into areas with less shit. Peace be with y’all.