Aside from all the political chaos, the events of the last few days have made me feel particularly vulnerable and soft. It never occurred to me that I would only be able to handle 20 hours without power before saying “FUCK THIS.” But I guess I am starting to feel my age, which is still pretty young at 51, but man, the cold hits harder and it takes longer to warm up.
The chill, which went to the bone in my shoulders, combined with me flailing all over the place trying to sleep without a cpap, and my shoulders hurt so bad that it took me 30 minutes in a hot shower to be able to use my arms effectively. Maybe it was because I was still a little sick, but the whole thing just took the piss out of me.
And then the casino. You know, fifteen years ago I would have just gotten hammered and had a good old time, prolly made some friends and won a little money and been bummed I had to sober up and head back to reality. This time, though, it was just fucking depressing. I had a hot shower, was in bed by 8 and asleep by 8:05, and woke up at 7 am. Went downstairs to find a coffee shop and I was the only person there- well almost. There was no one at the front desk, no little shops open, no security that I could see, just a wide open floor with hundreds upon hundreds of blinking machines. There was one drunk, bent over at the waist with his head against the wall, sleeping while standing up.
It was like a scene from a depressing movie. I’m too old for this shit. Are there gated communities for seniors who are liberal in Florida. Might want to just move there now.