Why Democracy Must Die

When I sat down today for my usual desire to splatter vitriol over the page during the inauguration of president Jizztits McShitfuck (who, as I write this, is officially POTUS, with no cleansing asteroid in sight of DC), there was one thing that crossed my mind that didn’t fit in that spout of vitriol.  And I figured I wouldn’t make it the title, because I don’t like self-censoring the title (but I do so out of respect for others), so let me put this in the font that it deserves:


Yeah, I said it and I mean it. And I’m not saying it just because trump was elected.,or inaugurated today, or I didn’t like the result of some damned election.

It’s because democracy (which is NOT WHAT OUR COUNTRY IS!!!!) is as great an evil as a totalitarian regime. Perhaps greater, because it’s not just one narcissistic fuck, or a ruling body of thugs, but the majority of people assenting to stealing, beating, raping, and murdering those they decide don’t deserve equal rights.

Consider the lynch mob. The lynch mob is the model of a democratic justice system. The majority decides, or assents, to meting out punishment, and the mob carries out the sentence. No rule of law, no protection of the rights of the accused, no weighing of facts. Just a decision by the majority to act and execute someone they decided was guilty.

A shorter version I’ve heard: Democracy is two wolves and a sheep deciding on dinner.

To go further, consider what the Constitution of the United States, the amendments, as well as the principle of natural law on which they are based are designed to do. First of all, these document never mention the word democracy. This is for a reason. Because their purpose (although flawed at times), are to secure the right of individual from encroachment by their government. They’re designed to secure specific rights (speech, press, to bear arms, no unreasonable search or seizure of person or property, , and so on), and to create limits to what the government can do. It allowed for the people to elect representatives to one house of Congress and a Senate eelcted by the states (later fucked up by the 17th amendment). It created an executive who was not elected by the people at all (because you have no constitutional right to vote for president (this was clarified in Bush v Gore). To quote the decision:

The individual citizen has no federal constitutional right to vote for electors for the President of the United States unless and until the state legislature chooses a statewide election as the means to implement its power to appoint members of the Electoral College. U.S. Const., Art. II, §1.

And the constitution also created an independent judiciary that was designed to be able to take a law that made it past Congress and the President, with popular support, and throw it out on the grounds that it’s unconstitutional, with the only recourse at that point being either amending the constitution or overthrowing the government (and I’m not sure which is easier).

The point of this is that we are a constitutional republic designed to check democracy at every turn, and to secure liberty for everyone, especially against the majority.

And yes, I will freely acknowledge that it didn’t completely secure the rights of every individual throughout its history (from slavery on down). But the principal involved was not the rule of the majority, but the rule of law which, in theory, would serve all individuals as equals.

The whole handjobbing of democracy started with Woodrow Wilson, president and warmongering racist  genocidal progressive fuck. Getting people to buy into the idea of democracy was key in the progressive years to carry out majoritarian erasure of the rights of lesser folks. After all, if most people agree that some populations should be sterilized, or forcing a small group to be fleeced to benefit the majority, that makes it ok, right?

Since then, politicians have been paying lip service to this perverse idea, or actively embracing it (BECAUSE THEY’RE FROM THE GOVERNMENT AND THEY’RE HERE TO HELP!)

So the next time a politician stands up and talks about our democracy, shout the obscene bastard down for flat out lying to you. Because to embrace the idea of pure democracy is to embrace the idea that no minority should be free to seek life on their own terms.

Because the choice is freedom or democracy, but never both.

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Inauguration Day (Where’s the Asteroid?)

(A quick note: I was unable to write yesterday as I was down all day with a headache. I wish it was today, so I could sleep through this shit.)

I was planning on reminiscing on the presidents I’ve seen come and go over the years yesterday, then verbally lambasting the shitbag that just got inaugurated. I was going to do so quietly, with nothing by my years of dislike before the bastard started running to fuel my gleeful vitriol.

So I got to the coffee shop for lunch and the aforementioned evisceration, and of course they have the inauguration on the TV. I positioned myself where I mostly can’t see it, but being in rural Ohio, I know most of the people here voted for that fuckstick. It so makes me want to verbally lash out that so many people fell for the bullshit this fucking snake oil salesman blathered out, shit that he said primarily to get elected.

True, most politicians do this, but usually there’s a core of beliefs they started from. Love or hate 0bama, at least we knew he came from a solid radical left position (that of course he abandoned when convenient or there was somebody overseas to kill).

George W Bush was very much from the conservative tradition. That he didn’t mind growing the government like Bill Clinton’s dick at an intern convention, culminating in the bipartisan butfucking of 2008, was incidental.

I can say the same things about Reagan and Clinton. The elder Bush, at least, got punished for fucking over the people who elected him.

But now, other that a belief that he can fix shit because he’s trump, I have no clue what the new president, Clitshit McFucktit, will actually do.

Some predictions:

First of all, consider the sad fucking excuse for a man. We have someone who is so thin skinnned he starts twitter fights with every fucking person out there . The latest, with Dem Rep John Lewis, who has a history of skipping inaugurations. Considering the president is supposed to be above the petty politics (every other president in my life I can remember was), this is not a good start.

Then consider his tendencies to bully. Whether with verbal beatdowns or lawsuits, he uses force or at least the veiled threat of it, to get what he wants. Russian interference in the election aside, he seems to have found a kindred spirit in the former KGB thug and Russian president Vladimir Putin. And a strongman always needs someone to beat down.

Finally, consider the narcissism. This is a man who built his empire based on name recognition. By making himself and his name a product. And his track record is nice and mixed, with lawsuits currently out on Trump University, plenty of bankruptcy, the use of the courts to get his revenge, and the use of the law to steal property from people (since he is a lover of the abomination that was the Kelo decision).

So as for predictions:

  • Expect him to take 0bama’s pen and phone and try to end run Congress every chance he gets, because it’s a 50/50 whether he gets the actual Constitution to wipe his ass with, or just has it printed  on the tp stocked in the presidential shitter.
  • He will find an “enemy” to rail against in many, if not all his speeches. That will be either the immigrants (rapists who came over to steal our shit, then go back to steal our jobs), the Chinese (because they’re cheating us and selling us junk we could be making here in the US of A for only twice the price), or the Muslims (since they’re all dirty fucking raghead terrorists). Insert the usual Hitler reference, except also with the megalomania and without the charm (side note: best nickname I’ve heard for him is Cheeto Hitler).
  • As he is a thug, expect every speech to be about increasing security or the government doing shit for people. Nothing about individual liberty. And expect him to say “I” more than 0bama. After all, this is the asshole who created a TV show around himself for his own self-aggrandizement.
  • When it becomes clear he can’t end run around everyone in DC (may the city burn in hell), he will have to start paying off and dealing with people. And as there are no aforementioned guiding principles, that means he will have everything up for negotiation. Everything. So if you have some skin in the game in his election, you may not when he gets done. And he probably won’t even have the goddamn common courtesy to give you a reacharound after he fucks you in the ass, expect to be unsatisfied.hat Speaking of grabbing ’em by the pussy, if he gets a second term (at which point, I give up giving a fuck whether this country lives), we will get a Clinton-level scandal with him and some hot piece of ass (no dumpy interns for him, dammit). That will be one of the few good things things that will come along.
  • And if he hasn’t already done it by then, he’s going after the press, the first amendment, the internet, and everywhere people can call him a fucking piece of shit lying rapist snake oil salesman fuck who got elected so he could jerk off in the oval office 24/7/365 just to satisfy his hardon for power.

So yeah, as I sit here and hear bits and pieces of his inaugural speech, I’ll just say this:

Fuck you, America, you asked for it.

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Having missed my second post this month and ALMOST missing this one (except for my irregular bowels which got me up long enough to remember), I had mu usual moment of reflection on why I stopped blogging regularly in the first place.

I hate repeating myself.

When it comes to politics, I was doing a lot of that. And I also got frustrated that no one said anything new or changed their mind. Especially  since I’ve gone from stock conservative to hardcore libertarian in the decade I’ve been blogging.

As for my daily life, it’s nothing but repetition as it is for most people. And that bores me. It’s also why I wrote about my sickness that took a month and a half to lick. I don’t get sick that often, so coughing and puking and shitting are at least something different.

As is typing my first post while sitting in bed naked and on a tablet. While it’s good for short form typing, it cant replace a real keyboard.

And since I was going to go to sleep before I remembered what is starting to become a tedious task (at least until inauguration day), I think I’ll just stop.

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OF COURSE He’s Gonna F*ck Us

I swear, every time I get near the toxic mess of piss, personality, and politics that make up the bullshittery of president-elect Dicktits McCuntyballs, the word fuck gets used. A lot.

The latest is parsing the bullshit that gets spewed out when he talks about replacing the abomination known as 0bamacare.

To understand this, we have to start with the insanity of the (Un)Affordable Health Care Act, which is now coming up on 6 years old.

It forced insurance companies to cover people who could not previously get insurance, expanded the number of people that had reduced coverage. This, on the surface is good.

However, it did it by shifting the costs onto people with higher incomes. And by higher, I mean people who are already punished for making just a little too much, like my sister, a one-person home-business owner, and her husband, a barber/small business owner, who’s insurance, with a deductible of $6000, has easily quadrupled over the last few years.

And it has started shrinking the number of available insurance companies, the number of options for people who have insurance, has led to increasing costs, as there’s an increasing disconnect between health care costs and demand (which is what got us to the insurance mess that led to 0bamacare).

Sot that brings us to the GOP attempts to repeal 0bamacare. Which, if not done correctly, will fuck a lot of people who have insurance while not unfucking the people who are already fucked because of the overpriced fuckery.

(And yeah, the fucks are flying now….)

But the biggest wrinkle (or ass cancer in this case) is the incoming president, who’s about as consistent as my shit (as prior posts can attest, that goes from solid to soup in 1.9 seconds flat).

It’s easiest to quote the article I linked to above to show this insanity:

President-elect Donald Trump said in a weekend interview that he is nearing completion of a plan to replace President Obama’s signature health-care law with the goal of “insurance for everybody,” while also vowing to force drug companies to negotiate directly with the government on prices in Medicare and Medicaid.

So he’s going to replace the universal insurance of 0bamacare with “insurance for everybody” instead? That makes no sense outside of a trumptard brain. It’s effectively meaningless, unspecific, and given Cheeto Hitler’s tendencies (yeah, hyperbolic, but it’s a hilarious name), it’s bound to be someone forced at the point of a gun to do something.

Which is where the second part of the above quote comes in. As usual, he approaches the situation by saying he’ll force someone to do something. Also, when the government shows up with guns to negotiate, it’s really not negotiating.

I will say that there are crony laws that protect the drug companies (they’re also helping to drive the immoral and evil War on Drugs), and repealing those would be a positive. But I don’t imagine that liberty is part of trump’s vocabulary.

I can’t judge his actual plan, because of course he hasn’t released it. But just on his statements alone, there’s nothing that makes me think the one-time Democrat supporter of universal health care has changed his tune since the GOP thought it would be a good idea to make him their nominee.


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Sorting Cards

Game night, as usual, was a success (it’s always a success when you get to game).

True, the monsters of Castle Panic overran us and killed us deader than hell, and after one game of Last Night on Earth where our humans blew up enough zombie spawn pits to win, they overran us and turned us to nom nom candy defending the manor in the second game. And I got home an hour later than I’d hoped, which means I’m all tired as all shit out, which means, as I write this sentence, I’ve been up for 2 1/2 hours. On Sunday. That sucks.

Still, it was a good night.

In addition, someone brought extra common and uncommon Magic: the Gathering cards as a free gift (Thanks, Andy!), and I stocked up on some really awesome shit and some actual shit. At least three of those cards went into one of my commander decks, making it more awesomererererererererererer……

Which brings me to this morning, and sorting cards.

Yeah, it’s as boring as it sounds. But it’s also absorbing and interesting when you get them all cataloged for faster deck building.

So to explain, there’s a few ways to sort cards. I’ll try to include some explanation for non-Magic players, so bear with me either way.

First, I separate land from non-land cards (non-land cards require land cards to use them). I then separate them by their rarity (common, uncommon, rare, and mythic rare, which the rarer the card, the more likely it will have cash value and more power), keeping uncommon and better in a binder. I then separate by color (white, red, green, blue, black, multicolored, and colorless (most cards require specific colors to use them). For the commons, I keep them in a box, so I also sort them by mana (land) cost, and then alphabetically, since I can make sure multiple copies are kept together.

In the binder, It’s usually enough to just keep them grouped by rarity, color, and spell type (creatures and non-creature spells (which have various effects)).

Today, it took me an hour (with interruptions) to burn through the stack. I then moved on to updating one deck with newer, better cards (with all the cards out there, getting as many great cards in a deck is a necessity.

Now, with all this organization, I’m ready to find and infect some poor fuckers by addicting them introduce new people to playing Magic. I can even build new decks (normal decks contain 60 cards, and I probably have somewhere in the avenue of a few thousand (which is not a lot of cards when you really get into Magic) .

One last thing: I think I’m too tired to end this post with a witty outro sentence, so I’ll just ramble, then trail off while filling my onesie with Magic cards, as I have nothing but skin underneath for my personal awesome gratification.

As long as I avoid papercuts….

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Board Game Night

Last week, our first game night of 2017 was a success, in that in Castles & Crusades, we finally got to kill shit, ANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Andy is GM for the game, so taunting him is an art form that I excel at, and only the treat of a character who will break the game stands between mine and oblivion.)

This is not to say that the purpose of an RPG is to go around killing shit, but in between roleplaying characters who interact with a world and its multitudinous facets, our wizards and rangers and knights and paladins like to do some sweet slaughter on bad guys.

But tonight, we can go the Munchkin route, by kicking down doors, killing their monsters, and taking their shit.

Because tonight is board game night. Links for all the potential games to follow.

The fun of board game night is that it can be a simple exercise in rolling and moving for victory, or an immersive experience where we do a bit or roleplaying.

For example, in the stack I’ve assembled so far, there’s a game called Last Night on Earth, where most of us take the roles of heroes in a zombie horror flick, trying to complete the game’s objective (like killing enough zombies or driving out of town) before the remaining player(s) who are running the zombies get to nom nom on some brains. The mechanics of the game can be boring if you don’t immerse yourself in the pulp aspect of the game.

It’s similar for Castle Panic. Essentially, you draw cards to defeat monsters before they destroy all your towers. Where the fun comes in is rolepalying shooting or hacking the monsters to death (or my daughter’s favorite, dumping tar on their BALLS! (the tar card stops a monster from advancing, but scorching testes makes it more entertaining). It’s also a co-op game, so it spurs a lot of humorous interactions as you try to not die (although not in the intense and tension-inducing nightmare that a game like Pandemic tends to do).

Speaking of Pandemic, this is a game where players race to save the world from horrible diseases that seek to wipe out humanity and make the players lose. when you become invested in blue cubes on Madrid, start naming the diseases (the Zombie plague and Goat AIDS are two of our standbys), and dread flipping that last card because you know that it’s the gateway to the coughing puking, shitting, bleeding death (kind of like my last month and a half without the dying), then you know you’re in for a treat.

The last games I have are the short ones. First, theres a little card and dice one called Dragonwood. Not sure on this one yet, as I’ve played it once. But it’s a short game, with cards and dice, and a couple dragons. We like killing dragons. Especially when the monk one-punches the heart out of the big bad one in the epic final battle in my Pathfinder campaign (I adjusted my critical hit chart after that).

And one of my favorites for short games is Dungeon Roll. It’s a simple dice-rolling dungeon delve, where picking your character at the beginning often is the difference between victory and defeat (and I win this one a LOT).

So there’s just a sample of some of the games we’ll be playing tonight. Again, finding good games with good mechanics is important, but it’s playing with people that makes the experience worth something. Otherwise you’re just playing cards, rolling dice, and wondering what the hell you’re doing with your life.

Or you spend the first couple hours of your morning writing a post between calls, because 7am is too fucking early to get up on a Saturday for fucking fuck’s sake I want to sleep in….

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Procrastination and My Blog Drafts

One of the reasons I decided to do daily writing was because I was not writing enough, or just writing and burying things.

Now with some things, like the script for The Book of Lucy, that’s a good thing. Because that must be made into a film once I write it, and there’s enough original idea there that I don’t want it out there until I’m ready.But the drafts folder of this WordPress blog should not have shit left there until the end of time. In fact, the only reason there should be drafts is because it’s the current post, saved post, before I can hit publish, or something bigger ‘s due to post. Or maybe a post I’m going to turn into something else, but I have work done, and it’s just temporary

Currently, I have 9. Once includes my dad’s deer stew recipe (thought to be lost since he died, except he wrote it down for someone else), which I thought I published. I may just revisit and post it another day.

The other eight, however, are political posts., on varying subjects. Some, if I look at them, are probably timely. Like the one I wrote in support of Gary Johnson for President. Oops. REALLY no use in keeping that one.

Some of them are undoubtedly incomplete. But they shouldn’t be. I should have kept to the goal of posting them. But I’m a chronic procrastinator.

And while the collapse of many of my projects can be blamed on other things (like being sick on and off for an hour and a half), it’s my tendency to wait until the last fucking second or beyond that often torpedoes whatever brilliance I’m shooting out of my ass.

It certainly led to the collapse of the RSG show Random Bits of Geek (come watch, it’s fun: Series 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5). It wasn’t the only thing, but having to work half the night to hit a deadline because I was always trying to make a deadline accelerated its destruction.

It rests among the many reasons almost nothing has come from RSG since.

And on a personal level, it’s one of the reasons (along with coughing and puking, and shitting, and kids) I’m sitting at lunch, writing this, instead of being at home and cleaning, and putting my Christmas tree away. Seriously. Even my productivity is used to procrastinate. On the plus, writing is also distracting me from eating my lunch too quickly.

So maybe I should fucking stop writing, finish my lunch, and go home to clean. Since the kids are home, I do get the bonus of enslaving them, thus feeding my god complex.

Thankfully, I don’t count the god complex and a failing….

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F*ck “Made in the USA”

(After the last few days of sickness and literal shit, it’s time to dig into something more disgusting. Feels good to have the word fuck back in the title. As well as the habit of stringing obscenities to represent the idiot trump.)

One of the “promises” of president-elect Fuckstick McDiclkhole’s campaign scam slogan of “Make America Great Again” was the false idea of keeping ‘Murican jobs in ‘Murica.

Now I get the appeal of the idea. After all, America is the greatest country in the world, etc, etc. I, too, on occasion have had a swell of national pride. Unless you’re actually anti-American (and those numbers on the left or right are very few), we all have. And on a surface level, the impulse to buy more local is not wholly wrong.

After all, could I be sitting in a local coffee house right now eating lunch and drinking coffee if people only bought shit from chains? True, it’s a small town, and we only have a couple fast food places and gas stations, but the principle is the same. Businesses (especially local ones) survive only as long as they have customers. And it comes down to our choices, and essentially voting with our dollars, that determines what products are available where we live, and to a lesser degree, where those products come from.

The important takeaway here, is that it’s determined by voluntary choice.

This was the point of trade agreements such as NAFTA and (probably, since the politics and secrecy made it hard to be sure) the TPP: Eliminate the barriers that hamper free trade, and allow trillions of choices by billions of people dictate what products would come from where.

I remember the “Made in the USA”thing was big back in the 80s, when I was busy growing up. There were movies, big posters anywhere there was a union hall, and on every aisle and end cap at Wal-Mart (I don’t think the left was considering them the great evil of our time at that point). And one of the big ones was foreign cars. at the time, that was the Japanese cars, mainly Honda, Toyota, and Nissan.

Today, some of the most American made cars out there are made by Honda, Toyota, and Nissan. Honda, in fact has at least 3 factories within an hour of here (actually worked at one for a short period, and the family’s business got lots of work from the Japanese-owned plants, including Honda and their subsidiaries and partners).

This has been the case with almost every aspect of our economy. As we open new markets, outsource the things where American companies can’t compete, innovate whole new damned markets and products and services, and reshape the workplace itself (I’ve worked from home for most of this decade and talk to plenty of others who do as well).

A point here is that for every job lost in manufacturing, other opportunities appear. The actual process is vastly more complicated that I can explain in a blog, and will not be a magical 1:1 exchange, but in a free market, individual choices will eventually lead to equilibrium. Hol

Of course, that’s in a free market. In world rankings, we’re only “Mostly Free”, and not even in the top 10. We’re not even the freest in North America (fucking Canada is).

And with the promise of hardball tactics and potential trade wars, coupled with strongarm and bribery tactics being used to keep ‘Murican jobs in ‘Murica (if you think I’m misrepresenting your position by intentionally making you sound inbred, then rethink your position; it sounds like a South Park parody), as well as the local and state attempt to price people out of the labor market with this “living wage” bullshit, AND the ever-growing pile of regulatory bullshit that comes along every year from all quarters, jobs are going to become more scarce and shit is going to get more expensive.

Unless President Jizztits was just bullshitting and is going to effectively tell his mouthbreathing followers to fuck off on this and do whatever benefits him (we are talking trump here, so it depends on who’s sucking his dick at the moment).

I only have to look at my last year in purchases to see why less global trade is bad. I wouldn’t have this computer, I wouldn’t be getting shit made all over the world shipped online  from other places in the country, and my selection of food would not have all the fresh vegetables and tasty unique items that it does now.

When I look at what was available in the retail stores and supermarkets of my youth, and what I can get locally (and now online) today, there’s nothing that makes me want to go back to the philosophy of “Made in the USA” ever again.

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I Wonder Who’s Going to Puke Next….

Thankfully, I managed to get though the last day without having anything come out of me in a bad way. Lauren was not so lucky, and her perfect attendance record has now died a puking, shitting death as well.

So that meant two of us sitting with abdominal pain and general shittiness on the couch for the most part (with only brief forays as is necessary).

Now while I do have sympathy for my children when they are sick (despite my insistence they break out an old dictionary and look for it between shit and syphilis), the simple fact (based on my own tormenting bowel) is that there’s nothing to do but ride this shit out.

In short, I’m tired of being sick.

In addition, I’m guessing that all the sitting around is letting my lungs clutter up, which brings back the fucking cough. Fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

(You’d be saying fuck that many times too if you haven’t been back to 100% since before Thanksgiving.)

Of course, this is also the worst time of year to be perpetually sick, since it’s relatively cold and miserable, so I haven’t been outside much for days. And on the days where it’s relatively warm and hospitable, I’m twisted up.

Of course this means I skip another day of talking about something more disgusting than voluminous projected bodily fluids. Maybe I’ll be healed up enough before Inauguration day (or get lucky and something will fall out of space and fuck Washington up (and take them all out) and let loose with all the shit I’ve been holding in.

Damn, that last figurative expression just reminded me of something else. I won’t elaborate because you don’t need that shit. On the other hand….

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Explanations in Solids and Fluids

I was going to take today to write something political, as I’ve been avoiding that mess so far this year. However, events of the last 24 hours have compelled me to share a little Too Much Information. So I’m going to discuss something less disgusting than the puking shitstorm in Washington. However:

The following will be dealing with a more detailed explanation of things I discussed in the prior post, namely the “steak soup” reference. I’m not going to get too colorful, and will be more clinical(ish) since I was barely awake half the time, but I will discuss things coming out of my body. You have been warned.

So yesterday, as I was waiting for the lovely awesomesauce that footed onesie PJs that was on the way, I was also concerned as I was taking regular trips to the bathroom, and producing the aforementioned soupy substance. The generic immodium finally sealed that off for the most part, but my guts were not feeling right. The only comfort was the snuggly warmth of that onesie, which wrapped me in warmnessness.

As the evening wore on, I grew worse, spending most of my time curled up in a ball. I also didn’t really eat anything all day due to that stomach problem.

It wasn’t until 7 that we rolled out to grab things at the dollar store, and some Wendy’s to eat (as I wan’t in any shape to cook. Again, I reverted to the fetal position, drifting in and out of sleep all evening. Got William headed to bed a little after 9, and Lauren showered and headed to bed some time after 10 (I was mostly asleep at this point).

Sometime between then and midnight (I’m thinking 10:30, but you’ll understand why I’m really not sure in a moment), I woke up enough to realize I needed to get to bed for the 5:45 school day start. I went to brush teeth, and felt nauseous, and more concerning, dizzy as hell. I rushed through brushing, stumbling, turning off lights as I went, grabbing my phone. Got to the bedroom. Shit, had laundry scattered all over the bed that needed sorted and put away. Shoved it aside. In the span of the last minute, I suddenly started a soaking sweat. And I was trapped in that onesie. I started peeling desperately, freeing myself of that nightmare hell garment from hell. I ended up curled up a little while there. Eventually, I managed to stop the spinning and reeling, got up, found a basket, and emptied my bed and crawled in, hoping the sweet release of sleep (or death) would take me.

That lasted until a little after midnight, when my stomach reached new gurgling heights. I proceeded to the bathroom and sat down, feeling sick, but gratified that what was coming out was no longer soup. That relief lasted only until I had to spin around and empty the contents of my stomach. Needless to say, my aim was slightly off. After a minute or so, and during the cleanup and showering process, I identified stuff from over 24 hours prior in the vomit. That explains why I increasingly felt like shit all day and wasn’t that hungry.

The next 5 1/2 hours were a matter of drifting in and out, hearing the rain/sleet/ice rattling on the windows and through the trees, alternately freezing and sweating like a rapist, and generally regretting life itself.

Sweet release from laying there suffering came at 5:45, as I rose to face the day. I pulled enough clothes on to be able to get William moving, then checked my phone. 2-hour delays for all. I set my alarm, then laid down.

A minute later, Im hurling into the bathroom sink. This time, I get to dry heave (yay?) and am seeing things even older than the steak and shrooms of Sunday night. What the actual fuck? Thankfully, my aim was better this time.

I crawl back to bed, wake up, get William started (as I have an hour to get him showered, then get myself showered, then get working). After he makes his way out of the shower, I get notification of cancellation. Joy. By this point, I’m so fried it’s not even funny. Unless you like seeing me suffer. In that case, you should be laughing your ass off.

At least I didn’t shit myself.

On the plus, it looks like I lost about 10 pounds since the last time I weighed myself. Still not going with the bullimia diet.

So I’m working now, and between the lack of sleep and my guts still hurting, as well as 2 kids with the day off, today is bound to have some suck.

Oh well, at least I can get on twitter and divert my attention from the misery.

*******one minute later, political stories filling the screen*******


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