Traumatized

       Yesterday morning I was roped into watching videos of a recent school day in America. It was awful! Kids vomiting, pooping, tripping on vomit and poop. Crying. Cussing.

      You can't benefit from school when you're like that. They need to go home and rest. And to all you Americans, I'm sorry Trump is an idiot.

      To all you people still saying Covid is fake, you're a bigger idiot than he is.

Update

      Hello, nobody. It's me again, nobody.
      My life is going fine. I've been busting my ass on my book; which has gotten to 230-some odd pages. And I'm only on chapter thirteen! And nowhere near finished. Hey, what's up with this wacky new pre-post layout? Not crazy about Facebook's new look either. To quote Sheldon, "Everything's changing and it's simply too much."
      I went to the store yesterday; what a wild walk that was. These kids came in with their skateboards, left them just lying all over the place, and then on my way back a group of bikers almost ran me over. They weren't looking where they were going and I had to jump out into the street. Darn kids. Little tip; watch where you're going. Don't even do it for other people, you egotist; do it for yourself. Just because your head is a hot air balloon, doesn't mean you can fly.... you're still earthbound where there's traffic.
      Much too soon and running on no sleep, I have to do it again. I'd like to not. What I really want is to drink hot chocolate and watch something new. But nothing's been updated yet....and one sip of hot chocolate would land me in ER. I think at this point we can all agree, it sucks, being unable to do the things you want. In fact there are many things I want! To say something profound, to not feel tired, to hear from a relative I don't live with. Preferably not the ones spreading a rumor about me. Well....that's the thing with religious folks; they make up their own truths. I was stunned when I heard what they were saying; I've never been included in gossip before.
      It's actually nice, in a twisted way. It makes me feel like a different person. I've been needing that my whole life.

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      So I finally got my Sims 3 working again. Actually, that's incorrect. Turns out it was working the whole time. All I had to do was start a new game. Now it's running just fine; no missing content, no missing options, no objects with missing interactions. I guess all my other saves became corrupt. I'm playing now without even one expansion pack and it seems to have fixed all the problems. It feels so weird and so good to be playing again. But, my ports die with annoying frequency; forcing me to restart my computer, typically every second time. It's pretty hard to play that way, but at least I'm playing.

      I also tried to give Young Sheldon a chance. But after nine-year-old Missy started flirting with her sixty-something doctor, it lost its appeal really fast. Hopefully I can find a different show that deserves to be seen. I've been checking into Chicago MED, but I spend most of the time cringing and looking elsewhere.

      So just since January I've read all five Partholon books, completed two marathons of Friends and one marathon of Fresh Prince. I rearranged my bedroom and now I'm on season four of another Big Bang Theory rerun. I've made wonderful cookies, horrible fudge, and pudding that's rather chewy. And about every second day, I lose interest in my home life, put on my mask and go out. I'm fine so far, keeping my distance and being hygienic; which is more than I can say about the rest of the world. My brother actually saw some idiot pick up a discarded mask covered in phlegm and put it on her face.

      I don't know why people don't believe or understand that pandemics can happen, germs can spread, and they can die. It's like they think it's a joke.

      The only joke I see is the assumption that sense is common....

Fanbashing Memoirs Of A Geisha....Again

      I've been thinking again about Memoirs Of A Geisha. I love the movie, or at least most of it; but the more I think about it, the less it makes sense. I wrote about this here already, five months ago; about Hatsumomo being a pointless character—in that she has "never even had a patron," yet has also "earned back her purchase price," "brings in good money" and "was a maiko once." This totally implies that she has become a Geisha, while simultaneously tells us that she has not earned the title because she does not have a danna.
      But more has occurred to me. Mameha tells Mother, "If Sayuri erases her debt in the time allowed (which she does), you will have no part in her future earnings." Yet, Mother keeps "all 15,000 yen to (her) estate." But we can put that aside for a second, because the biggest plothole is this: The highest bidder for Sayuri's mizuage is the baron, but Mameha "lets it go to Dr. Crab." Unless the baron's bid was higher than 15,000 yen—which would mean that she sabotaged her sister's okiya—it would mean that Mameha had to pay off the difference, giving Sayuri money that no one else could ever know about. Unless I'm mistaken, Mameha is a criminal, Sayuri is a mule, Mother is a thief, and Hatsumomo is pointless.

      Can anyone tell me I'm wrong?

AAAHHH!

      I'm so excited. I just got back from Wal-Mart with my friend and my mother....and don't worry, we wore protection. The last time I went to a big grocery store like that, there was still snow on the ground!

      But I finally got everything I need. And want! And I finally got out of the house, so today is looking pretty damn good. I even got my brother his favorite drink, which can only be found in Wal-Mart. It's been months since he's had it. I passed on a movie with his favorite actor, because he has Netflix...which means he owns every movie, ever made. I don't understand why he needs a DVD player and a smartphone, too.

      Nonetheless, I think I'm going to have a good day! I wish they could all be.
      And I started using an Android emulator. I can access all my games and more. If I had money, I could be playing Need For Speed World, right now.
      In my dreams....

Putting The Quit In Mosquitoes

      If I may quote Mr. Potato Head, "You would not believe what I've been through tonight." I mean, holy fuck; this is totally ridiculous. I'm killing two mosquitoes every minute. I literally killed six in just one visit to the washroom.

      My body feels like Braille.

     This is why I've come up with a new nickname for myself. Killing Spree. It's fitting, because my initials are actually KS and, well, come on. Nobody else can even see the mosquitoes here; they're either blind or I'm just that good.

      If you'll excuse me, writing this pathetic dot of text has taken almost five minutes and I need to catch up. Maybe later when I'm applying medicine to all these bites, I'll tell you what they say.

YAAAGH!

      I deleted and reinstalled The Sims 3 tonight, hoping it would fix at least one of my many issues. It crashed at the loading screen. I tried The Sims 2. It's prohibited!
      I AM GOING TO BE SO BORED!!!