TRUTH Vigilante: Ew, Icky. How Gross?

Friday, 1/20/23

Sat in my bath tub from 11 a.m. until about 3:30 p.m. I removed cold water and replaced with hot once. Sat in a drained tub for over an hour and didn't have to towel off. For my first meal/drink of the day: three scoops of vanilla ice cream mixed with RumChata and Black Velvet Whiskey. I did eat egg salad on three high fiber, low cab wraps. Also, a store bought Avocado salad with more eggs, carrots, and cheese.
How Gross Am I?
I pulled out the tube of Reese's cookie dough and a jar of Smucker's hot fudge and spooned the two together, eating about 6-8 ounces of the stuff. I sat shirtless at my kitchen table. Just digested, it's now 4:43 p.m.

I'm thinking about more coffee. Had a cup this morning. Didn't finish the other. Might write. Might do a lot of things. I do know I did nothing productive today, outside of a bowel movement. Yay. But, we're out of Activia yogurt.

I will not get anything more 'done' today if my wife doesn't join me in some of my many endeavors. Outside of that are things associated with my writing. It's whimsy today. What do you think?

I did avoid commenting on a newsfeed post about postage stamps going up 3 cents. I thought of sharing a historical perspective from the first stamp issued in 1863 to the stamp being consistent with the price index to need for a new fleet of delivery vehicles that began arriving in 1987, two years after Ford introduced it's first mini-van. Or, that it will take a commitment of over 5 billion dollars to secure 120,000 new vehicles from six manufacturers based on designs that will rely on different energy sources and consistent with the regions where deployed (my tack), from Oshkosh Defense, formerly Oshkosh Truck and only an hour down 41 from Green Bay.

I could have made my own silly and much ignored newsfeed posts today. So, this 'Gross' blog manifested itself out of a need to purge a neurodivergent brain into a stream, albeit wooded crick hidden below brush. It does gurgle with life. I do know it has a purpose, if solely for me. I don't want a mainstream blog with my idiotic ramblings. Have a fake image to uphold. I do want to track my free-associating, reptilian (lacking a better adjective - time constraints) brain and frame it somehow, for future generations or me to see what the hell is wrong with me.

I took my meds, as if I was going to the gym. I just laid in that tub and watched episodes of BBT and other stuff with my suffering body begging I let it atrophy and repair from another week of torture - 85 thousand steps and 12 hours and 43 minutes of exercise, per FitBit.

Coffee. Maybe, bourbon after that. If a tour of duty with spouse, then sober until she's asleep. Or, Reese's, Hot Fudge, ice cream, RumChata and Whiskey? Sounds like a physiological, science-y project I must Guinea for? Rat? Bunny? I'm an animal. So, that solves for...

How Gross Am I?