Under Lock And Key

Sorry I didn't put in a post for yesterday. I hate it when I skip days. :(

Anyway, let me bring you up to speed on what's happening. I spent five hours in the emergency room a couple nights ago because I was having chest pains. After much waiting, some blood work, a few X-rays, a shot, and a CoVid swab, I was finally told that everything looked normal. I do, however, have to wait a couple of days for the swab results to come in, but I'm pretty sure they're going to be negative again. 

The real estate agent is coming over to put a "For Sale" sign in our yard later today. I hope he can sell this place in 30 days because I need to get out of this mudhole called Louisiana. I've already spent 30 years of my life that I can't ever get back here, and it's time to move on and make a fresh start somewhere else. Cajun culture might be cute for the tourists, but when you're bombarded by it day in and day out, it really does start to become obnoxious.I need to move out of Frenchville and back to the United States of America.

So that's all for now. Have a good night, and be safe out there. 

 Sigh. 

Why does politics have to get in the way of everything enjoyable? Just tonight I had to wash my hands of one of the Harry Potter communities I really liked because of their stance on certain issues. I wish they would have just left this stuff out--Harry Potter is for everyone to enjoy, conservatives included. I wish they would have taken that into account, but they didn't. My thought on this is, if you're running a community, you're going to have all sorts of people involved in it, each with his or her own political and religious beliefs, as well as sexual orientation. It's better to just have no politics whatsoever come into play. Everyone would be able to feel welcomed then, and no drama would be started. 

Sorry about that. I had to vent because it's very frustrating. I normally don't discuss these two topics unless it's with someone I know who shares similar beliefs. 

Anyway, my mom and I got into a bit of a verbal tussle today. It was over church clothes; how crazy is that? This whole quarantine business has been driving me up the wall. I feel a bit like Jack Torrance from "The Shining"...all cooped up and going crazy, but maybe without the whole axe-murdering thing going on. I'm not one for doing that.

My brain  has just shut down. I'm off to go get a 10:00 p.m. snack, I think. Be safe out there, everyone.

 Note to self: Don't go to sleep right after eating lunch. You WILL have weird dreams. 

Case in point. I did this very thing today, and I ended up dreaming that I was at this old house, in a chair in a long corridor, and I saw the ghost of Rita Hayworth rising out of a floor vent. So, me being the brave soul that I am, I ended up running out of the corridor while screaming my lungs out in terror (I guess it's safe to say I won't be on "Ghost Adventures" any time soon!). Long story short, I saw Rita's ghost meet up with John F. Kennedy's ghost; JFK's ghost ended up making love to Rita's ghost, and then Marilyn Monroe's ghost came into the picture as well. 

I thought midnight snacks were bad, but apparently lunches will have the same effect on a person's napping. Go figure. It's a weird world we live in. But anyway. 

Today I pretty much slept the day away, which surprises me because I got over seven hours of sleep with my CPAP machine last night. I don't know what's going on...if it's my thyroid, I wish I had something to help me get it under control. I'm sure it isn't diabetes, because every last blood sugar test I've had has been normal. Something needs to be done, though. Being tired all day is a miserable feeling.

It rained for the first time in a long time today, but it wasn't a whole lot. We've had something of a mini-drought where I live; it's been hotter than hell. Sometimes I hate Southern summers. They're all humid and icky. I can't wait for winter. Beautiful, lovely winter! 

Well, my dog has come to visit me, so I'm off. Be safe, everyone! 

 Hello again, everyone. I have returned after a long day of not being able to keep my eyes open. Sometimes I think I'm a real life vampire; I can't seem to do anything but sleep during the day, and then I'm wide awake at night. Go figure. I need to do something to stimulate my brain. Writing should do the trick, I think. I've been on a serious writing kick lately. 

Right now I'm watching "American Graffiti". I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry, as it was one of my dad's favorite movies. He passed away in December of 2018, and while the pain has eased up  slightly, it's still there. If there's one positive, though, I've started to be able to think about him and laugh more at the good memories instead of falling apart at the seams all the time. That's progress, I suppose. 

Well, I need to go work on a story I started last night. Be safe out there, everyone!