I really didn’t have anything planned for today. I do have something I’m goin to do, but it can probably wait until around noon.
Other than visit Waffle House, I didn’t do a lot yesterday.
The Intertubes at this hotel aren’t great. I kinda was expecting that. I was expecting they’d be a bit better than they were on the train. They weren’t, and today I got a nasty text message from my cell provider that I’m near where they start throttling me.
But once I’m connected, and start writing here, the drafts save intermittently, so I can keep writing even if the network is wonky.
Being here is kinda surreal, honestly. It doesn’t even really resemble what I knew from before the storm, certainly from when I was a little kid.
But there’s echoes, I guess. Just nothing I can really explore on my own as a nearly-blind guy with a cane.
After the storm, I stayed in one of the casinos. My brother and I had gone to a different casino to gamble some. I lost what I’d said I was going to lose pretty quickly, he was still rolling, so I decided to leave him there and go buy my girlfriend (now wife) a T-shirt. I got lost. On the street where my mom grew up. There was nothing there aside from driveways, and a few assorted front stoops.
The last few times I’ve been here, it’s all been a blur between events I’d come in for, not seeing well, not feeling well, and so on.
Interwebs too clogged to go look around at news. Glance at previous years’ July 24ths show that this isn’t a day where I often write.
News site has a link to a paywalled story about how cigarettes and cheap beer are getting popular as the transitory inflation grinds to a halt.
When you’re poor, and don’t have a lot better to do, those work pretty well, in my experience.
Like when I wrote this on July 24, 2001.
Just One
For tonight, at least. Although I am absolutely confused, of course. About what I wrote about and about how I can say something as innocous as how I don’t believe in hell and get notes, and I write something important…
Oh well, as I said before, I write this for me, not for anyone else. But it just adds to my confusion sometimes.
So, what is there to say? I’m at work, again, and thoroughly tired of it. But just over three hours left, then two days off. I think I need to slip out of town for a few days, but that’ll have to wait until next week. Maybe I’ll devote tomorrow afternoon to getting the old Jeep back running for the moment. I kind of doubt I’ll be able to keep it, but….
Drank a Red Bull last night at the urging of a coworker. It made me feel quite odd. I think it would have been better with a couple of shots of vodka mixed in.
Blah blah blah blah
See, nothing interesting.
*Yawn*
And I’m finished for now. Time to go do part of what I came to do.