Jesus Christ, today sucked. Last night we planned to attend Shakespeare in the Park but found that it was by ticket only, to a sold out venue. So, says I, "It seems a shame to waste getting all dressed up, let's go to a movie." We went to see "The Girl Who Played With Fire" and it was excellent and very loud. My earmuffs kept a lot of the sound out of my head but today has been like putting my ear next to the crystal wine glass as it is continuously ringing, very loudly. I feel very expensive and drunk.
Would I ever want someone to read my mournful postings? I would rather have a hug but it doesn't really matter. Sympathy and empathy are not so bad either, I suppose.
I read obituaries about people who "made a courageous fight" against whatever kind of cancer they died of. I walk around looking just fine with people wondering why I am such a pussy. Just deal with it, some have said and I am sure the masses think the same thing. No one knows what to say, especially after more than 20 years. Little do they know that the last year +, has been one of less and less backing off. This shit simply gets worse and worse. I have done more but have paid a significant price. I hope to go out with as little rust as possible. Naval Jelly for the soul; do stuff to keep the rust down and enjoy as much as I can with the time left.
Truth is: this is a real "PISSER" as folks back home used to say.
Love and kisses
Mr Spudnut aka Mr. Peterdactyl
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