Another Saturday of being boring

 Just another Saturday morning.  I might wind up driving around in an futile effort to find For rent signs.  Ugh, what a mess the housing situation has become.  I am scared about it.  I just try to keep one foot forward and hope for the best.  It's all I can do.  

I have voter letters and postcards to mail.  It's become my creative activity at night to write with the neatest penmanship to people to get out and vote.  Or I'll wind up in jail with all of the MSNBC people for not supporting the orange menace.  He frightens me.  I tell my mom he won't win but I'm not sure.  It's reassurance for her, not me.  Nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to elections.

I'm not happy with what my pharmacy did to my mom.  Kind of makes me not want to shop there as often.  It's like 6 blocks from my house so yeah, I'm an idiot if I drive over to Greenfield for my Sparkling Ice water.  Although I will be in Lois' neighborhood today so I hope she's not shopping at Metro Market this morning.  Poor woman.  Her unsophisticated former assistant in her neighborhood?  Ack.  Call the Social Police.  

I am worried about my mom.  She has a cough but it's like this wicked dry cough.  I hope it's just the air.  Probably all of our neighbor's weed smoking might affect her. 

I have no problem with people smoking weed.  I just wish they didn't live downstairs from us.  I never tried any drugs other than alcohol.  And even when I got old enough to drink, I did it for awhile and eh, got bored with it.  It doesn't go well with acid reflux either. I had a mojito at a retirement party and it burned my throat.  Kind of gross.  

I guess I really am boring.  That's why I'm invisible, I guess.  Uncool and boring.  

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