Video and Radio Stars

dear spydr…

i hate that this is the only place i can “talk” with you now. i get that it’s really not, i could just stop typing and start talking, but the crazy chick who lives in the back bedroom of apartment i doesn’t need any more bad habits for the eventual institutionalization. writing it feels better. it feels like getting it out without boring my people to tears. you’re all i think about. everything reminds me of you. i’m sure it’s tiresome for them. and that’s not to say that they don’t humor me – they do. but even i get sick of me sometimes. i can’t imagine how they feel. this way, i feel like i am telling you, and i am getting it out, and it doesn’t bother anyone….and.

yeah.

florida’s and connecticut’s governors have both issued quarantine mandates. they’ve shut down bars that don’t sell food completely, and limited the rest to take out. i’m not sure if they’ve restricted dine in down south, but there is no dine in up here. our karaoke people are suffering, lol. it’s pretty great to see them all coming together, though. a fellow host started a “quarantine karaoke south florida” group. people record and upload themselves singing, and we all tell them how great they are. it’s a good time – a virtual karaoke show. you’d have had fun with it. <3

i finally uploaded a video this evening. you know i haven’t been singing in months, babe. i couldn’t, anyway, with the lung thing, and there’s nowhere decent to do it here, so…i fell out of the habit. and now i still can hardly breathe, and  everything makes me cry….plus i look a mess, and i just hate being on video. but. i finally did it. and i sang a little. and it felt nice. and i’d like to do some of the stuff you liked, but most of it’s really hard to begin with, and because of the clots, i just don’t have the breathing power to support it. sigh. maybe sometime soon, that will change. i hope so.

i guess i don’t have much to say after all. i’m feeling guilty about spending all this time in my room today while mom is up and about. i should get out there. i have all night to write to you about the music….

i love you, spydr, and i miss you terribly.

lolak

…sugarz