July 17th, 2019

* - galaxy

We can make it happen! Weep/

In these hot days, I cannot be without bleach.  It is a terrible thing, but true.  Without bleach, my sitting dishwater turns to black mould.  So, I pushed myself off to walk to Walgreens.  My health was not up to par.  But everyone was saying "Hi!" to me!  I was in another country!  The woman at the pantry.  The girl sitting across a bar.  I walked into the library and a little boy just stared at me, stunned.  A librarian hoped to catch my eye.  Walking along: a woman just extended her arm and said hi!  A man did the same.  Everyone at Walgreens was saying hi.  It just went on and on.

I don't know if this was because I washed my hair, and so my pony tail bobbed out as if I had more hair than a Beatle.  I am thinking this had to do with Donald Trump clearly being an ass, and everyone trying to prove they were better than that.  I guess I represent something that people normally ignore - but this time, I was king for a day.  I don't see the need in so much attention, though.  My life is too hard to put any importance in this.  But other people do.  It is like a video game.

I also checked out a giant liquor store I had discovered hidden away.  It had a little restaurant cloistered off in the middle.  And the large middle-eastern cashier was very nice to me, constantly calling me, "Buddy."  He made me wish I was gay.

My computer is infected again.  It is completely stalled out!

It doesn't feel like my air conditioner is working anymore.

Life goes on.