Thursday, March 24, 2016

Ergh

      It was payday yesterday, and it was a big bust. I'd gotten no sleep the night before, we didn't get the extra money I was counting on, somebody threw a bottle at our car, we were stuck in a cold miserable car shop for seven hours, with an equally cold blanket that made me itch like nothing else, and Mom had two cups of wine and we fought in public about how she shouldn't drink and drive.
      And I, the one who's forty years younger and less educated, was the one saying, Don't do it; that's how accidents happen!
      So of course our shopping cart wasn't even half full; we bought more cereal (of one brand) than anything else, and only my brother loves the type. I'll eat it if I must, but it's sweet and crunchy and they're the ones telling me to avoid that stuff. Of course, they're also the ones telling me to eat three bowls of it a day, so who knows what they're thinking?
      As it is, I sit here drinking tangy, pulpy orange juice from our drive-thru break yesterday, and it's totally disgusting but it's better than water, which I've been drinking what is probably equivalent to fourteen cups each day, every day for more than ten years. I wish that were the reason I pee so much, but it's only a contributing factor. I know because I've also gone twenty-some hours without drinking a thing, and still had a full tank.
      Oh, yuck. I don't like chewing my beverages.

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