I'd done everything right last night except drink too much wine. I was even to bed relatively early, but then around 2AM a bunch of people came in for the most-nights-ly prostitution party in the old Salt Unlimited space. And some of these bozos parked right in front of here, making noise. So I opened the door and shone a big flashlight at 'em on strobe mode, got called some choice words but they took off.
I walked over to Salt Unlimited to try to get a look at things and some guy said something and I put on a New Zealand accent and said something like "Alright, mate! Cheerio!" and wove my way through the cars back here. And back here I called the cops and told them what's going on, and put in a report to the human trafficking thing.
I was one bottle in, and now I "needed" more wine to get to sleep again, and it was too much. I slipped and fell in the bathroom, somehow messing up my upper back. It's really painful and I'm seriously considering seeing if I can Door Dash some Ibuprofen gel caps.
I don't get why these bozos have to park right here, in front of the only door that has a sign on it saying video cameras are in use.
I told Ken by email that I've injured my back and will be on aspirin and lots of bed rest for a few days. And that I'll get the shipping done even if I don't do much else.
It's very painful to be upright. I don't dare try to ride the bike to get the aforementioned gel caps on my own. And I've realized, this is where a Brompton bike would be really helpful. It's a step-through so it would be much easier to get on and off of, and can be taken into a store in trolley mode.
I've just got Brompton on the brain. I've pretty much determined myself to buy one if the election goes OK.
I was going to busk today. I was going to play "Harry Truman" by Chicago. I'd played it just before Obama got elected the 2nd time, feeling in some way it would help. "Harry you'd know what to do", the song goes. I was going to play "Rally 'Round The Flag". I was going to play this healing song we sing in temple, for my country. I'd probably have had some good conversations with people about Harris, maybe tick off a Republican or two (although "Rally 'Round The Flag", a Union song, was adopted by the South also and most people would just recognize it as a Civil War song).
I *did* start off last night right though, by donating a final $100 to the Harris campaign. Maybe that matters more than playing "Harry Truman".
At 7PM I'd been in bed long enough for the pain to subside a bit, and was actually able to ride the bike up to TAK Market and buy a 4-pack of tall Guinness cans, a couple bottles of wine, a can of olives, and two of those little, expensive, packets of 4 gel caps each of Advil.
Then I went to Fosters Freeze and got a double cheese burger with no cheese to take home. I don't know what all this cost but I left with $47 and came back with 13c.
By this time the pain was kicking my ass again so I painfully ate the burger patties, took an Advil, and got through two of the cans of Guinness. The idea of the Guinness and food is to make me shit. I'm seeing a (shitty) pattern here, where I'm not getting any exercise of any type on Saturday, with the result of not shitting, then being constipated on Sunday. This horrible upper back pain makes things much worst. But in any case I need to either take a nice long ride on Saturdays or take a laxative on that day.
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