Spotify and me…

I happen to like Spotify, a lot actually. It frees up a shit ton of space on my tablet, and I have taken to waking up Bees to her favorite — ZZTop’s Sharp Dressed Man. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

I might go back to sleep. Stupid B and her fucking radio all night. 🙁 Julz tells me that Dave’s hydro bill is going to be sky high if she does this all the time. I know this. 🙁

Ah well, a minor blip in the fabric of my life. 

I need to visit the loo. I have Elton John’s Nikita in my head. That and Daniel are my two favorite songs by John. 🙂

Today is Saturday and y’all know what that means, Ozempic and computer maintenance. 🙂 

I wish that a lot of people could understand Tourette’s Syndrome. I mean, it ain’t that bloody hard is it? READ A FUCKING BOOK PEOPLE. But then, again, I’m totally used to their ignorance. Ignorance is bliss you know?

C is trying to make my life a living hell. She keeps PURPOSELY banging into me or, doing shite that pisses me off… I am beginning to really just want to tell her off SO badly. MF.

Meh…

I’m grumpy. I need more sleep.

Sam