Drama $1

 Oh. Hello. Hi. How you doing?

Please ditch the cigarette. 

On second thought. Fuck it. You're gorgeous. Keep the cigarette. 

We all gotta die some time.

Non drowsy chest medicine.

Lies.

It totally makes me drowsy.

I'm congested with an occasional irritating cough, and sneezing. I feel fine otherwise. I just can't get rid of this congestion. Hot shower. Hot water. Hot soup. Masturbating. Nope. Nothing works.

Maybe Benadryl.  

I have 3 days off AND here I am, inside, in my rented room, in my jammies, like a little kid who just wants to go outside and PLAY. I finished binge watching BORGIA, loved it, and last night I binge watched season five of RIPPER STREET. Cool ending. Might have to binge watch all five seasons tonight if I can't breaks this congestion.   

I've quarantined myself. Don't need to. I'm sure I'm not contagious but no one wants to hear my coughing and sneezing. And the non drowsy chest medicine makes me sleepy. It does give me more time to work on my sommelier flash-cards, and look for an apartment, but I'd be doing that anyway. AND it gives me time to write this epic piece of literary stupidness. (Yay!) 

To mix it up a bit I responded to a CL ad and made two new friends online who will probably murder me next week. And I've developed an odd obsession with the clouds here in Vegas. I haven't seen such billowy clouds since my childhood in Minnesota. Beautiful.

Moving on.

There's a Dollar Store, I buy my toothbrushes from. Strange as it may seem, of all the expensive toothbrushes I've bought and tried, even the dentist recommended electric ones, it's THIS toothbrush I love using. 2 for $1.

(I need a manicure.)

While at the Dollar Store, I saw a book written by Jon Lithgow, titled DRAMA.

I'm not a huge fan of Lithgow. I remember him in Footloose, Raising Cain, and 3rd Rock From The Sun, but that's pretty much it. HOWEVER, I'm not a huge fan of (artist) Picasso either but I find his life story fascinating. So I picked up Lithgow's book while still inside the Dollar Store, and began reading the Preface. In it, Lithgow wrote about returning home to be with his dying father, and of course it struck a nerve with me, my own father having died two years ago.

Death is unavoidable and nonetheless unique. The way Lithgow described being with his dying father however resonated with my experience. When a kid leaves home, more often than not, that kid returns home only for weddings and funerals, both of which teeter on piles of emotions returning home accumulates to begin with. 

I bought Lithgow's book 

DRAMA 

$1

I wonder what Lithgow would say if I told him I bought his book for one dollar? My hope would be he would merely and sincerely ask, "So did you like the book?" and that the money wouldn't matter.    

In my congested medicated haze I also began reflecting...

I'm sad my dad, and Rick, will never know me, we'll never know each other as old people. I think they both would have really gotten a kick knowing me as an old woman. I would have loved to have seen Rick as an old man. 

Hottest dirty old man in the neighborhood!    

It sucks they knew THIS bitch. 

This bitch who couldn't give you the time of day. 

Who couldn't be bothered to even look at you. 

BUT they did know this girl. 

Riding my bike around the neighborhood, tennis racket in hand.

Drawing weird stuff in my bedroom.

Movies in the basement.

Guess how old I am here.

HINT: That's my natural real hair color, once upon a time.

I'm going to close out this blog by saying this...

With all the fires, hurricanes, earthquakes, (wait for it) tornados, I just HOPE people are being smart and evacuating when advised to do so. And as I look for my new apartment I'm truly doing so with only my loved ones in mind. I want them to be comfortable in my home. Sure, come november, while I'm attending sommelier classes my place is going to look like a raging alcoholic lives there but it's not like they've never been to my home before! 

I don't need much. All I need is a quiet room to sleep in. But that won't do for my friends and family. I want them to know my home is THEIR home. Welcome. Always. 

Any time day or night.