Someone stole my identity. I found out today when my bank notified me my credit score plummeted over 200 points. I won’t know the extent of the damage until I get some more information, but holy shit. Fortunately, I don’t know how to feel about it, so I’ve picked nothing. (It might just be because I’m overtired.)
I was too excited to sleep last night. I had an epic breakthrough after decades of trial and error. I gave up on the problem, and starting thinking of a new approach then found the solution. I guess I just needed to stop pressuring myself. (Hindsight is such an asshole.) Instead of sleeping, I lay in bed listening to my favorite podcast.
It’s called, And That’s Why We Drink. It’s hilarious and scary. It’s two young women explaining all the messed up things in the world that led to their drinking. (One drinks boxed wine, the other milkshakes.) They’re going to get me in trouble for bursting into laughter (seemingly randomly) during the wee hours of the night.
It can’t be helped, other than my listening at a more appropriate time. The hosts talk about the scary stuff (occult shit and serial killers) just long enough for me to forget I’m trying to be quiet. Then I burst into full-on belly laughter again and end up shushing myself and feeling guilty. (Because I’m Midwestern, I think.)
I also listen to Lore, of course. And Myths and Legends is another favorite. That stuff fascinates me. It’s all about people. I highly recommend all three podcasts. I listen to them on Spotify, (which I love now that I finally kicked iTunes to the curb.) I’m all about the CD or the streaming. (No more renting disguised as owning.)
I love the time change. Too bad I didn’t use any of it sleeping. My eyes feel like I’m wearing contacts constructed of sandpaper. No reading tonight, but I’ll listen to podcasts instead. Until Oathbringer is released in just over a week. Yay. I’m off to beat my drums.