I am a fucking psycho...

I'm in the foulest mood...and I can trace it to receiving a letter from my apartment insurance company telling me my premium hadn't been paid so would be cut off, when I had paid it. So I called them to find out WTF...only you can't talk to a person; you have to deal with their roto-voice bullshit, first. So I just went ahead and verified that way that it's been paid and tossed the bullshit in a folder.

And could not shake my anger over this. So it's probably good I didn't get hold of someone in customer service. I'd have wound up as an example of a male Karen on someone's tik-tok.

Feeding this anger is the MAGAt Class continuing the shutdown in DC until after the 20th, all to protect the pedophile puke in the White house and some of his rich buddies, not to mention a few assholes on the GOP side. They don't want to release the Epstein files to show who paid that monster so they could rape kids.

Of course, it's messing with me. I'm supposed to head for Seattle on the 17th. I guess that all depends on whether or not air traffic controllers are on the job, again. 

I'm also approaching my usual this is all fucked up mindset for Dair's Window because I can't find things I know I wrote. And me telling myself to take it easy only pisses me off, more.

So I dumped everything and ran errands -- getting quarters for laundry from my bank, returning a key to the Caladex office, grabbing some groceries I needed at a Wegmans and having an avocado roll. Normally, that last bit would settle me...but they didn't have any 20oz bottles of DPZ available...and that got me really going.

So I bought an almond croissant, said Fuck it all, and self-indulged. I'm trying to keep my blood sugar down and that will mess with it...but right then I needed joy instead of deprivation. And it was so fucking good.

But son-of-a-bitch, I was still pissy...until I stumbled across this guy. He centered me. Completely.

Marcus Balliette...un homme au France et un trés beau mec...by way of Miami. Shit, he made me fickle enough to think he's a better look for Adam in DW.

Which he is. He's got the beauty and a touch of that French arrogance. I could see any man going for him, gay or self-proclaimed straight.

Sorry, Arnaud, but you been replaced.

Et je suis un merde.