It is Sunday which means there is no reason to walk unless it is to the bathroom. Even then a lift might be nice.
Regardless of how useless I wanted to be I still did a few things to make being lazy more convenient like going to get creme soda colddrink etc and making some proper food so I don't have too much beer revenge from yesterday.
I had such hopes and dreams...
Well, at least for yesterday. I got off work had a bit extra cash and was hey how does a single straight white guy that is obsessed with shitty social networks unwind. I need to say white so that whichever minority opinion scrolling through my post may feel their injustice nipples tingle, then I need to say guy because again I am a people pleaser so someone can maybe say some shit about my gender. Then for the ultimate evil of being a straight white guy. Burn me at the stake in your mind. I do hope you are prodding my flesh with rusty old iron anal beads dipped in acid while praying to the god of vegetables.
I spend far too many words on that train of thought...
Where was I?...
Ah, yes I had hopes and dreams. So I went to deposit the money into my bank account with the reference "Poes" or to translate that "Cunt" , once I received my money from this cunt. I then went home considering where to have a few beers. The one place is filled with needy baby idiots that tend to confuse emotion with logic , the other place is just too damn expensive with "Restaurant Pricing." I stopped into one I have always discounted and it turns out that it is a pretty nifty place.
No goddamn card machine...
So after 3 beers, I noticed my cash was now low and asked if I can just use my card. Nope, they don't have that facility. So I walked to the ATM and while doing that was busy sending voice messages because the sun obviously makes typing super frustrating since I can't see shit.
I draw 150 and while I am talking on the phone I casually take my card and do all that. I head back to the pub. 20 seconds in I realise, hey, I never took my money. I turn and look, ok no one else is there, no people walking away from the ATM either. Chances are good my money is maybe still waiting for me like good money should.
Gone, it was gone. I am considering alien abduction...
So the aliens return my mind and I just figure fuck it, draw another 100 because I am responsible like that so drawing 150 bucks again would be silly.
Thus the drinking started... 3pm-ish.
Fortunately, I continued my responsible ways and don't feel shitty today, I got home around 11pm-ish and still had 30 bucks left. Given a few people bought me drink, reminding me of the days I could go out with 50 bucks and still end up fucked and have 50 bucks the next day. Those are some of your best evenings. So this one was more a 50/50 evening.
Bit of a sausage fest...
Yip, apart from the barlady it was just a bunch of fat guys with lots of money. The trend being I am skinny and have no money. So now I do need to investigate the weight to salary connection. Not that I would attempt it, just curious. I do think that them being Portuguese and owning one of the biggest markets in our town has something to do with it also.
This story has no point...
It has not got a single reason for existing, which I like. That is very similar to if I take a second and think about it. I have no single reason for existing other than the fact that I just do. Every day I just wake up, swear and go suffer in whatever it is I am doing. Having a great time just enjoying a movie, a good chat in discord that really makes a person feel good. Suffering. Anything can be suffering and why not? Why not just admit that it is all suffering and you don't know why you keep doing it.