What Are You Doing?

Baldy Mc Ass-hat is leaving in an hour. Thank Zeus for the curfew.

After he's gone, it's time to figure out why my phone is acting up.

ETA: It was the security app I installed last night. Damn thing was draining my battery. Bye-bye app.

 

Don't worry it will come out, just in a different way.

 

It might be a blessing for us all if it didn't. I reckon Mother Earth should turn off the lights now.

 

Nah don't be dramatic. If you compare deaths to total populations, we're talking 1/1000 of a percent. What COVID has really taught is how dangerous and unethical the media can be.

 

Sometimes when I come into these threads and post on the topic, I feel like I'm interrupting an existing conversation. Like a waitress bringing a drink to a couple having an intense discussion about their future or something.

What I'm doing is very lackadaisically cleaning my house. I'd do it with intent, but then I'd never do it. So... Little bit at a time, here we go.

 

...And yet, here I am, looking down at my table.... still without my orange juice.

Call yourself a waitress?.... Pffft!

 

I often feel like I'm engaged in lengthy conversations on thread where we're supposed to post specifically random thoughts, or what we're doing, or blah blah blabetty. I guess my inclination is more to respond to what's being spoken about. Then we need somebody to pop in and get things back on track. Where's that waitress??

 

Now hold up. I never said I was the waitress bringing you y'alls drinks. She's on her break.

 

She just had an abortion and her abusive step dad wants to reconcile with her.

I mean, give her a break.

 

Orange juice, or screwdriver? Better yet, I could use a bloody Mary this afternoon. Vitamins and stuff. Another round, please!

 

I did. She's on it. Like I said.

And Mingo, I'll get your drinks to you asap. Mod privilege and so on.

 

Oh, there's fixin' to be a riot up in here ...

 

Bring it. Because I ain't bringing ya drinks.

 

That signature looks like some form of elvish.

 

Hang it all, I give up. Had the perfect gif but suddenly my computer got super sloooooow and the picture came up broken. When timing is of the essence...

 

That's the scripture of many screwdrivers guiding my hand.

EDIT - Xoic, you fail at Picture Fu!

 

Don't give a fuck, don't give a--give a fuuuuck!

Come at me, bruh.

But don't really because I'm not a fighter in the slightest.

 

^ Canadian riot?

 

I'd guessed Finnish or Scandinavian.

 

Sleeping... a lot. That's what I'm doing.

Since finishing work on Friday I've been nodding off in front of the TV around about 19:00, waking up around midnight for a piss, then going straight back to sleep until dawnish. On Friday I slept from 19:00 through till 10:00 the next morning. Fifteen bastard hours, people!! Yes, my job's physical and I'm not 23 anymore, but that's not right.

 

Bet it feels good though... ?

 

I wish I could sleep for 15 hours, but insomnia reigns supreme lately. Hence why I'm typing this at 5am.