I didn't leave the house yesterday. It was the most beautiful day of the year so far. I just couldn't muster up the courage. It seems to happen to me mostly on Saturdays, I find. Maybe I just don't want to see the crowd.
So I sat without music, food, or drink. I cooked up a bunch of old photos. I have billions, but it takes so long to process them. I don't know. . . maybe I should try to find a simpler way. But then I wonder why? Why process them at all? Whatever is the point?
And then I think. . . but whatever is the point to anything?
I should have been a comedian.
Like Trump. God he's funny. A grifter, but funny. I keep thinking that if he keeps talking, Americans will wake up to the crazy. We'll see. Just a couple of weeks now. And then the revolt, maybe, the successions, etc.
I need to cheer up. Maybe today. My horoscope says Venus is in my love house or something for the rest of the year. I'm not supposed to limit myself to one person but be open to my prospects.
I think I need a personalized reading.
Maybe a mimosa would be good today after a very long walk. I'll take my camera. That's sure to bring me down. I can't seem to make the photographs I used to. Can't write either.
I'll go to my mother's for dinner tonight and yell to her. Not at her. To her. So she can hear me. There's that.
Maybe I'll get vaccinated. Maybe I'll go for a Meyer's Cocktail drip.
"Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam. Maybe I'll go to Rome and rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room."
I've been told two things about my blogs. People at Carnivale can't see the titles of the posts. People at Cafe can't play the videos. You need the titles. You need the videos. Just saying.
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