Rant: Still on pelvic rest, which means at least another 6 weeks where I can't put anything in my vagina (my doctor's words.) If, god forbid, I'm on pelvic rest the rest of my pregnancy and then the obligatory 6 weeks postpartum, it will work out to almost 6 months of celibacy. Rave: Everything looks good with the baby and chances are the placenta will go ahead and move up the last little bit so we don't have to have a cesearean. According to the ultrasound little miss weighs in at 3lbs 7ozs which is right about where she needs to be. Rave: Today before my appointment we finally had time to try Five Guys for the first time. Spectacular! They quite possibly have the best fries I've ever eaten. Yum.
Rave: Went trap shooting for the first time in two years. Rave: Did AWESOME. Rave: I have a bottle of something called Evan Williams Honey Liqueur. I feel like a fucking faggot for drinking this, but I'm wasted and that's what counts.
A handful of end-of-traveling-crankiness rants: 1. I won't go into the whole story, but I just found out I was most likely the target of an ATM skimmer scam. This put me out $108, and I had to deal with Bank of America's stellar customer service from afar and close my bank account. The silver lining is that, of any time this could've happened, it chose the best timing to do so since I'll be back home on Monday to deal with it and I'm not depending on having my account to get any more money for the rest of the trip. I am only semi-screwed, not totally and completely screwed. Also, I was going to switch from B.o.A anyway. Hopefully getting the money that was stolen back won't be too much of a nightmare. 2. Apparently the male inhabitants of Panama City have never seen a female before. These past couple of days have been fucking ridiculous. Latin American cat-calling has the added bonus of being mostly hissing at you and it makes my skin fucking crawl. Also, somehow not being able to know what they're saying makes it that much worse. 3. I'm about to take a 16 hour bus ride. 4. Why, when it rains half of the year in your country, do you insist on making the sidewalks out of materials that get super slick when wet? Sure, it looks pretty the couple hours of the day when it's sunny out. But god damn walking is terrifying here when it rains. 5. I have been struggling with writing my food column so badly. Part of it is probably because I couldn't do any interviews or see anything for myself, so I didn't have that part of the researching process to get all pumped and excited about it. I've been working the whole trip, but this is the first article of any length I need to write and it is just not happening. My brain can't get into professional writing mode. It's due on Sunday and I'm bummed because I know I'm not going to be happy with what I turn in, and I hate doing that. 6. Damn. So I just... go... home now....? What a weird feeling.
RAVE: Brand new Polo ankle socks (these are the best socks in the world--perfect height, thick bottom, tight without being cumbersome--perfection). Sometimes it really is the little things that mean everything. RAVE: The Whatever paid me one of the best compliments in the world on Monday which culminated in tearfully telling me that I'm a rare gem. I've been going off of that all week. That combined with the socks is really making a pretty long and difficult day kind of awesome.
Rave: tommorow is my last day at my job. Rant: I am now white trash as I am living in an RV infront of my inlaws house.
Rant: There's a substantial size difference between the distance from front rail to back rail on the left side of my rack and the distance from the front rail to the back rail on the right side of my rack. What does this mean? My rackmount kit doesn't fucking fit! God I hate working with mickey mouse equipment.
Rave: Just made my neighbor cum with my tongue. Rant:Couldn't keep it up to have sex. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!? I'm scared and worried.
Rave: Today is Friday and pay day Rant: I make shit money Rave: If it all goes to plot with my side hustle it won't be for too much longer Rant: If I let the fear and anxiety get to me it means that I have to go to India for training so I can stop doing Support Desk IT bullshit Rave: Worst case scenario I'd get to go to India and then train to do something that I can potentially love (VM Ware architecture with a lil bit of Cisco mixed in) Rant: Its not really what I want to do Rave: The only thing stopping me not having to do what I really don't want to do is me and as scary as that is, it feels fucking good. Rave: Drunkish lunch
Rant; Up super early after a late night for a physical Rave: Despite still being a fat fuck, doc says I'm taking the right approach to not being a fat fuck Rave: Apparently I'm taller than ever? [6'5]
Rave: Signed a new lease with The Girlfriend and so we are officially moving in together. Her roommate moved out this week so I am moving my furniture in tomorrow. Rant: I have to move furniture tomorrow. I hate moving, especially in the middle of the summer when it's 100 degrees outside. Thankfully we don't have to be out of my current place until September (double rent will suck though), so I just have to do the big stuff this weekend and I can take my time packing up and moving all the little things. Rave: At least tomorrow's high is the lowest for the next ten days. 101. Fuck this state.
Rave: Holy shit, I don't know how I missed this, but the series premiere for the motherfucking THUNDERCATS is on tonight at 8 on Comedy Central. Reboot one of my favorite childhood shows? You bet your ass! Please don't ruin my childhood!
Rave: Figured out and corrected today. It was the ENTIRE BOTTLE of vodka that I drank. Booooo whiskey dick.
Rant/Rave: After selling my building and striking out with a bunch of properties I've decided to sell my storage business as well. Price is very right, timing is right, and there are a few new ventures that I could afford to participate in if I cash out now. A little sad but I feel freed up already. Rave: On to the next thing...
Rant: I had two things to do today: get a form from the DMV and close my bank account. I was told I couldn't close my account because of a pending charge from a goddamn week ago. I was told by the DMV that the form I needed was at the DEQ, even though after talking to them yesterday, they said I had to go to the DMV first. Why the fuck do I even get out of bed?
RANT: Saw the ortho surgeon yesterday, who has decided not to operate at this time. Why's that a rant? Because I'm on the cusp of needing the operation, and it's not a condition that gets better. Apparently, I'm on the edge of having a "normal, but stiff, hip". Apparently, also, the years of training and flexibility work don't factor into that. He can manipulate, but there's pain and there's clearly visible bone lesions on the CT. He wants to "wait six months and see what happens". I'd get a second opinion but they all charge like wounded bulls, he's the best in the state and it'd take me six months to get in to see anybody else even if I could find them. Oh, and I think I got a speeding ticket (roadside speed camera) on the way. RANT/RAVE: I couldn't write black comedy better than this shit. Australia is bringing in a carbon tax. For or against, it's pretty widely unpopular. The federal government is on a massive PR campaign to try and sell it - never mind that it's more about salvaging their popularity than promoting the tax since there's stuff all we can do to stop it. What's part of their planned campaign? A mailout to every household in Australia. Really? How much paper and plastic for something that's going to get chucked out in 90% of cases? About a carbon tax, you say? How many million addressees? Do you see any irony in that?
Rave: I've lost 25lbs in a little over 2 months. Cut out fast food, cut way down on drinking, and my he-man type job have made it pretty easy.
Rave: The weather is beautiful. Rant: No answers yet. This sucks. I can't believe how bad a "good" day has become. If anyone has experience or expertise with cardiology or endocrinology, can you please PM me?