It is the last day of the new year, and since I was fortunate to have the day off, I thought I would go down to my credit union and find out why I have not been able to transfer money out of my savings account. Traffic was crazy, and I was wondering why am I out here in this madness? People’s energy was all over the place, and it was making me sick. So I finally get there and SURPRISE, it was closed! Not a soul was inside. Only the lobby for the ATM was open. Okay, I have had it. I want nothing more to do with them. They can keep the money that’s in there. I don’t want to talk to them any more. I’m much happier at my new credit union.
After that nonsense, I was feeling sick and I should have went home, but I wanted to grab a few things at Wal-Mart. If there was a conga line coming down Devil’s Slide as usual, then I would not go. I got lucky because traffic coming down the gradient was light. I went in and the store was crowded as usual, and they had the music blasting as always, so I put my ear plugs in. Thanks to our lackey of Satan Governor Hocul, face diapers were required; and I was thankful I had one with me. I picked up a few things and left since I have trouble thinking when there are too many people around. I needed to go to King Kullen, but I figured I better not press my luck, given all the craziness on the road. Go straight home and rest.
I was feeling alone and lonely all day, so I was meditating. It takes the sting of loneliness away for the time being. No one is around because everyone is making their preparations for the ball drop. Maureen was home earlier, but she and her partner left already. I wouldn’t bother them anyway. I still didn’t look at the gift from them. Not that I don’t want it, but I’m afraid to see what they got for me. Yeah, I’m weird like that.
I was reflecting on what happened with me this year. Meeting my girlfriend and daughter, going to Wyoming, buying my first queen size bed, finally paying off my car, buying a new printer and radio. All the instability that I went through at work, and the IRS sending me dunning notices for a Island Holistic Healing that taxes are owed. I wrote the rat bastards a letter telling them that I’m not running said business out of my flat, and I don’t work from them. So far, I have not heard back from them, so I hope they got the message.
A few minutes ago, I saw that Golden Girls actress Betty White has passed on. Just hours away from the new year, and she’s gone. The first time I ever saw her was on reruns of Mary Tyler Moore. Now she’s not here to help us ring in 2022. Oh well. I bet she’s making everyone laugh in heaven. Rest in peace.
A running joke is that I live next to a bowling alley, and I would like to see the pin heads I like to refer to as Sid and Nancy get pounded to pieces by an avalanche of 16 pound bowling balls. They seem to be quiet today, which is a very good thing, because most of the time I want to bang on the wall like a possessed mad man telling them to shut the fuck up! Well, if all goes to plan, I will not have to worry about Dracula and the Bride of Frankenstein any more.
I refuse to say that 2022 will be my year. I don’t want to jinx it. It looks like the same nonsense will continue, with Hocul ruling with an iron fist and making life here all the more difficult. So, it is about six hours until the ball drops. I’ll have a drink, and I’ll go to sleep. I don’t have cable, so watching The Honeymooners marathon will be done at mom’s.
Before I go, I wanted to mention the letter that I received from the JW a few weeks ago. I read it, and there are parts of it that make me really mad. Basically, the JW’s want world domination and obedience to their deity. There are many things I want to say about it, and with lots of curse words, but I will say this: It was my deity that saved me from suicide, not theirs. I will not turn my back on him to serve a deity that is a despot.
With that being said, have a Happy New Year, don’t drink and drive, give thanks for all that you have, and I’ll see you in 2022. Have a good night.
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