Back to 1989 craze

Back to 1989 craze

Taylor Swift was at Gillette Stadium last week. In her honor, I have been playing her album 1989 and once again, I am addicted to it. It has been mostly what I have been playing, unless another song pops in my head, like a Luke Combs song. I think I like 1989 more than her new album. Her new album I just wasn’t as crazy for. There are some cool songs on it but it didn’t grow on me like 1989.

I woke up before my alarm. I had taken off my body pillow and am now back to two standard pillows. I woke up with my head on the mattress. I don’t get it. I didn’t have too much pain. I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I then went back to my room, took my meds, and then went back to sleep. I canceled therapy because I wasn’t sure how I would be today. I also knew going out after a weekend long flare was not a good idea.

I didn’t wake up again till 1330. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I reluctantly did. I drank a mocha frap and had some cookies with it. I wanted real coffee so I grabbed my mug and a K-Cup and went downstairs to use my sister’s Keurig. I checked on my niece. She wasn’t hungry so I just made the coffee and went back upstairs. I drank my coffee when my cousin texted me. We chatted for a bit and then she had to go back to work. I was done with my coffee so I decided to wash the dishes. I used the Dawn that I bought and I couldn’t believe the difference over the cheap shit my mother had bought. The soap didn’t wash away as I washed the dishes! I swear I was going through a lot of soap just to wash a few dishes compared to Dawn. I just used a little and it went a long way.

I rested for a bit. I went up to my room and realized I had to go to Walgreens to pick up my scripts. I really didn’t want to go out but I haven’t been out in a few days so I got dressed. I found an old ball cap and it barely fit my head. It was so tight. I forgot I had washed it and it shrunk, which was why I haven’t been wearing it. I left and there was mail. I would get to it when I came back.

I bought some more Dawn before going to the pharmacy counter. It was cheaper in the pharmacy than at Stop and Shop. I got two bottles. I got my scripts and then went down the pen aisle, which can be very dangerous. I wanted to find a pen or marker that I could use for my black journal so I could write on the cover. I chose a metallic marker. If it didn’t work, oh well.

I walked home and my cousin was on his porch yelling at me. I had walked away from him as I was walking to the store. Now I couldn’t. He asked when my mother was coming home and I told him. He said he would be by. I was like ok. I know he isn’t. His mother would, which is going to annoy the fuck out of me as she will be by nearly every day the next few weeks. I get to listen to her yell at my mother and my mother yell back. Oh joy. The quiet I have been enjoying is coming to an end. I don’t usually mind my mother except when the TV is blaring and I can hear every fricken word over the AC, but I get used to it unless I am sensitive to sound that day because my pain is high or I have a migraine. It is going to be humid the rest of the week. I am not going to like it.

I had some deep dish pizza. I didn’t want to turn on the oven, but there was nothing else I wanted. I could barely finish it. I don’t seem to have an appetite today. I plan on listening to the game today. OverPrice is pitching. I don’t like him. Never have. He is an asshole and thinks he is the greatest but he isn’t. I think he purposely loses games because he doesn’t want to pitch that day. No idea how he is going to be. It is always a guessing game with him. I hate his inconsistency. And he is awful during the postseason. I keep hoping he will be better. We’ll see when the time comes.

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