Ladies and gentleman, hold your devices tightly. From here on out, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. The countdown has been reset to expire on June 30, 2017. The catalyst is once again the threat to repeal the ACA (Affordable Care Act). Unlike before, I’ve decided against a dramatic exit specifically designed to shame Paul Ryan. It’s since come to my attention he’s soulless and impossible to shame. It may be a prerequisite for a GOP leadership position. (I’m not sure souls exist.)
It was a logistical nightmare, anyway. Assuming I don’t die hilariously in the meantime, there will be no drama. This pleases me. I don’t have enough data to produce a significant probability regarding the vote. I refuse to go black hat to acquire said data. Fuck the dark side. The Rule of Two (and Three) has been shattered beyond recognition. The Sith have spent decades planning this coup. It’s surprising how poorly it’s gone when you consider the time and money spent. Fortunately, empires built on lies implode.
Oddly, I feel relieved and curious more than anything else. In the meantime, I’m having a blast jumping and flapping to Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac. I spent at least 40 minutes doing it earlier. I have a playlist with just that song, so I can repeatedly listen without interruption. Rhiannon is like Chiquitita by ABBA; it’s a hug made of music. I used to listen to Chiquitita on repeat when I needed to cry but couldn’t. The song wept for me.
This weekend, I get to beat on an acoustic drum kit for two hours. I’m bringing my noise canceling headphones. I’m going to be louder than I’ve ever been in my life the whole time. I’ll be in a soundproof practice room, so nobody will mind. I’m so excited. For someone who can’t tolerate thunder, I sure love playing the drums. Probably because I can control the volume and there’s no suspense. We had a thunderstorm this morning. I wore my headphones, but I couldn’t find my cat for a while and started to panic. She’s mostly black and quite tiny. She was lying behind the sofa, curled into a ball. I looked there a few times without seeing her before I used a flashlight. Sigh.
It irks me to get upset over irrational things, but I love that little fur ball. I’m still amazed by how sweet she is. She winked at me the other day. I wasn’t certain I’d seen it, so I looked again, and she repeated the performance. Yep. I awwed. Even when she’s a little shit, she’s sweet about it. She doesn’t just fling my remote off the coffee table. She makes sure she has my attention first. She gently pushes it to the edge, then stares at me. I think this is her way of telling me she wants a treat in the next few seconds, or the remote gets it.
I didn’t sleep last night, but my body is telling me tonight will be different. Before I sign off, I want to apologize to the bloggers I’ve been neglecting (especially my Pocket Sister!) It’s not you, it’s me. My daily schedule is out of whack, and I’m flailing. (Just flailing, though, which is miraculous.) I’ll be by soon to see what you’ve been up to. I’m off to waste time laying still for a few hours, so I don’t hurl from sleep deprivation.