Not my happiest day...

I got three immunizations, yesterday -- Covid 19, flu and RSV -- and I thought I was handling it fine. A bit achy, slightly feverish. But damn, today I was so fucking tired. I slept till noon and still needed a nap. And each time I got up I was groggy as hell. And a bit off-balance. I'm not completely back to normal, but at least it seems to be lessening.

It's just, when I get like this I don't want to do anything. I need milk, but couldn't talk myself into going out for it. Recycling is overflowing but that means I'd have to take it down to the bins. My back is not comfortable, nor is my gut. What I ate for lunch and dinner I didn't like. I was a nasty old man.

Fortunately, Dave Rich posted some new images on Instagram. For some reason he helps center me. Calm me. I don't know why. Chris Evans make me happy but Dave brings me a form of...I dunno...peace, I guess.

So tomorrow, I will go out for milk. I could now, but that means getting dressed and presentable for public. Still...for tomorrow's breakfast, I could get an almond croissant. Or maybe a slice of chocolate fudge cake. I can't stop thinking about that, lately. I dunno.

I did manage to get myself to work on Dirc and the Dyarvos Cafe, and am up to chapter eleven out of thirty-two...but it was difficult. I focused on finding typos and missing words, or the wrong word used. Like feat instead of fear, kind of thing.

I like how the book comes across as a real novel. Hell, it IS a real novel. Just lots of mm sex in it. Most of which is non-con. And I'm sure the pseudo-Christianists will do all they can to ban books like mine, so why bother? But I do.

Today was supposed to be the rapture. Nothing on the news, yet, but I did hear someone claim it might be tomorrow. We can only hope. I know I got no chance of being caught up, but God it would be nice to be rid of those people.