Friday Night

Look!  I kinda did it like the old days.  It took me a long time, but. . . getting closer.  Still the only one who can do it.

I am writing between gym things so that I can talk and show some images.  That's the way it is right now.  So here's the report.

The maids have not been here for three weeks, so I decided it was time for me to change the sheets.  Wash them and change them.  I haven't made a bed for years.  Holy shit--it took me about ten times to  get the fitted sheet on the right way.  I am going to take an indelible marker to the top left corner so I'll know what is what from now on.  The bedding is clean, and I made the bed, but it doesn't look like it.  I can't make a bed for shit.  Can't fold towels correctly, either.  I've cleaned the house, but it looks like crack addicts have been living here.

My city/town/county is in lockdown because we have been inundated with Trump-19.  I don't know if I had coronavirus or not, and I probably will never know, but I kind of hope I did.  I'd like to have some immunities.  I have been hesitant to go to the store, so I ordered all my groceries online.  They could bring everything but meat, milk, and eggs.  WTF?  What's the fucking deal with eggs?  And what are people doing with milk?  Are they suddenly consuming this shit like Martians?  I'm living in the richest third world nation in existence.  Why can't I get eggs?

I ended up with potato chips, ice cream, a frozen pizza, and M&Ms.

Ooo. . . .

Jesus.  I just realized it is Friday night.  The streets are quiet and everything is closed.  I guess I'll pour another drink and party alone with Netflix.  I am not sure this is ever going to change.