It snowed today, which was a nice treat. The weather was about 20 degrees cooler than predicted. Better snow than rain, in my opinion. Mom complained about how much she misses Florida and the palm trees until I told her that’s where all of the cockroaches hide.
“Do ya miss palm trees now?”
Doing what I can to make Ohio seem less shitty. There was a news report on this evening about the emergence of the 17 year cicadas, and here she thought I was fucking with her. Would I do that? Naaaah. Estimated numbers are in the trillions, and apparently they’re delicious. To pets. My possum loved them, and I seem to remember the cats eating locusts and June bugs. Thinking about the crunch makes me shudder.
I’ve not been feeling particularly well, and I don’t like being asked if I’m okay 50 times a day. What is okay, anyhow? I know they’re concerned, but guys…it isn’t helping me at all when I can’t just do what I do without being questioned. It is the antithesis of chill. I don’t dislike people when I can go home after I’ve had my fill.
My Dad offered to drive me home so manchild doesn’t have to add 7 hours to his trip back to DC, also so I don’t have to suffer through another trip in the f’ruck. He can take me back May 1, which gives me a whole 15 days of QUIET. Yesssssss. I just have to make it through the next 26 days. No problem, man. Just roll me through the liquor store.