I Lied

No inclination whatsoever to write a post.  It is pretty sad when I get bone weary from just going downtown to do one stupid hour long job.  Of course, I had to leave like an hour and a half before the job so I could get there in time, and then I had to walk and wade through tourists, and then I had to sit in a crowded room full of women for an hour.  Then I had to walk back to the bus stop while wading through even more tourists.

Of course I detoured into a mall and ate something (with my hard earned Visa gift card) because whatever I did to my neck....yeah, it's not feeling great, and it acts up more if I'm hungry.  I keep getting pain and headaches and just a generally woozy feeling and it sucks because I have no insurance and don't have any extra cash to go get my medical records so I can get into the free clinic.  But that wouldn't work anyways, since it takes like a month and a half to be seen, so I'm fucked.

Holy shit, run on sentences.

So this weekend, I'm going to attempt to go grocery shopping around the neighborhood because neither I nor my husband feel like driving to Indiana.  Ha, like I actually drive.  Anyway, this should be interesting with the expensive prices and the insane taxes on everything.  I swear, if I can scrounge up enough, I'm going to go buy a cheap bottle of booze and drink the hell out of it on Saturday night.  With some Taco Bell on the side.

Holy hell, we had an epic discussion of Taco Bell on Facebook.  It was glorious.  And damn, do I want an Enchirito and a Mexican Pizza like crazy now.  But the closest Taco Bell to me is like in the worst part of the city, so yeah.  I'll wait, thx.  Maybe for Halloween when we go to Indiana.  We take our kid over to the city we used to live in so he can do some actual trick or treating without having to ring intercoms and stuff.  He's going as the Eleventh Doctor (his hero) this year, which is cool, but I'm afraid that people won't recognize who he is.  Although he's mouthy enough to set them straight.  He is totally my son.

I started reading "Roots" to him tonight.  My husband gave me that, "Why are you so goddamned insane?" look just because this conversation happened:

Him: "What you guys reading?"
Me: "Roots."
Boy: "It's about Kunta Kinte!"

He's not wrong.  I do worry about having to soften some aspects of the story for him, but then I remembered that this is the kid that watches horror flicks and plays Rated M games.  So I think he can handle the truth.

Well shit, I guess I lied again.  This did turn out to be a rather long blog post.  Hopefully I'll have something MEANINGFUL to write about tomorrow instead of just rambling on like some insane rambling woman.  Who rambles a lot.