My day as a goth kid. (Yes, my wife is planning on doing this to me.)
My wife has decided that I need to be her Goth Boy.
It hasn’t happened. Yet? She’s been really busy with school.
She can dress me up however she’d like, though. I won’t return the favor; she can dress as she pleases.
So, if wearing a dog collar for a few hours will make her smile, fine. So long as I don’t have to look like Aaron Rodgers, Goth QB, or the kid in the Mom’s Minivan demotivator poster.
On a similar, but unrelated note, I’m getting skinnier again.
I lost about 60 points after I got sick. For the most part, I’ve kept it off. I think I’m probably about ten pounds more than I was at my lightest.
But after this latest hospitalization, I’ve noticed things aren’t fitting again. My pants. My wedding ring.
In other words, Thanksgiving can’t get here soon enough, if only to fatten me up a bit.
So, what else is up? Paratransit Services screwed up royally again this morning.
I’m tired. I hope I’ll be up for this thing I’m attending on Friday.
Also, do I have the stamina or desire to watch the last World Series game tonight?
On the brighter side, I was able to get things setup for my trip to Georgetown School of Medicine.
I’m very tempted to fire all my specialists in the wake of two hospitalizations within a month, plus now a problem with one of my prescriptions.
Good shit.