Today's good news is that not only does BG have shingles and the eppizoodie but her car is almost dead which is never good, I don't care who you are. And most especially not with us. The trusty old Camry can only do so much, ya know? I keep thinking that maybe I'll be able to afford a Prius before I die but that seems fairly much a pipe dream. Add another 400 bucks to my load and there you go,broke as hell. The pain from this inflamed carotid artery deal is about to make me want something heavy just for a moment's peace from thinking about how much it hurts. I'm a big girl and all that but DAYUM. At least I don't have herpes zoster lesions. Yet.
It takes a lot of energy to be a smartass and activist and I'm so tired I could sleep 'til next year. The shift key on mama's bright yellow keyboard is stuck which probably means it's time to go towards plan B. I'm not quite sure what that is at the moment, but I'll holla when I figure it out. We have movies which means lights out and get lost in the imaginary.