I might.
Not really been away from home here for over roughly three weeks. Need to go out here in a little bit to get blood work done.
Used to not going out much so, it hasn't seemed to phase me much. Not much to do around here anyway. Let's see go to grocery store, go eat Chinese food. There's other restaurants but the Chinese one is the "special" to do. We had a movie theater but it's been closed at least five years. They weren't drawing any profit at all. Nobody enjoyed the theater "experience" any more. Why pay $8+ per ticket to sit in a room of rude assholes to watch a movie when you can watch it at home for next to nothing?
Know my testosterone level will be low this time. Missed at least one dose. Forgot the testosterone in our car after hitting the deer. Car has been locked up in a way at the 'shop' who closed until next Monday. Oh well, I'm sure the doctor will berate me, humiliate me for being human and gee, damn, forgetting after being shocked by hitting a deer. And of course, I'll also face the normal condescending sentiment that I'm interrupting a golf game, some high brow social affair. All the while I get to enjoy being a lab rat. Yay.
So if I randomly mix up a batch of slime and send it through the mail just to have a little fun, what the heck? At least I'm not a psychopathic or sociopath killer, drug fiend, boozer, scurvy dog. I only look seedy when gardening. And yes the slime I make is non-toxic, could almost be hypo-allergenic too. It's just the thought of someone getting a random slime filled envelope and opening it that gets me tickled. Could be worse, I could mail glitter bombs. Now there's a though, glitter based slime mail. Ha!
And oh yeah? Did i mention it's raining here, like a cow pissing on a flat rock. Fuck. And we need to go out, loverly. Oh well, "Heigh Ho! Heigh Ho! Heigh Ho! ... Just another running day!" I hope I get breakfast while out. Not ate since 20:00 last night. I getting hungry.