down bad

Down bad

Down bad is my new favorite Taylor song. Actually, there are quite a few that have become my favorite. But the swears in this song is on point. I love it. I love her. I had another dream about her last night. Just hanging out like we were friends. Yeah right! It would be cool to meet in person but I don’t think it will ever happen.

I went to class today and it took me two fucking hours to get home. It took me like an hour to get to the square and then an hour to get home after I picked up my meds. I had to wait in the pharmacy for a bit because one of them wasn’t ready yet. I still don’t know if my doc put in the prior auth for my migraine med. I need to call tomorrow to find out the status. I hate making phone calls. HA I don’t have to call. It is ready for me to pick up. I will have it delivered tomorrow.

I am worried about the fall as I have class starting at 11 and then again at 2. Coming home at 530 after leaving my house at 0930 doesn’t seem like a good thing. There are supposed to be some track work around slow zones coming up soon. I just hope the service is better for it.

I am wicked tired. Sox had a day game and lost again. They are home for the week or so. I got tickets for Saturday’s game. I can’t wait. I haven’t been to Fenway since before Covid. I actually don’t remember the last time I went. It has been a while. I just hope my ankle doesn’t flare up like it did today. Part of the reason it took forever to get home was because of pain. My ankle is feeling ok now that I have been resting it. I don’t know if it is my sneakers or where the injury is that is causing the pain. I need to call ortho but I really don’t want to.

It’s just about 8pm right now and I am seriously thinking about going to bed. My body is just hurting. My chest was hurting me again this morning. I slept like a rock last night, which probably means I won’t sleep tonight. I ordered my groceries so I hope they come earlier than later. I won’t know until tomorrow morning. Today is the anniversary of my father passing away. It’s been eight years. I miss the bastard.