Getting ready to record the shows today, and there’s a lot to do to get ready, so, of course I’m watching a collection of Celebrity Roasts and wondering what the hell to write in this very overdue substack.
Frankly, I have no idea. So, let’s update.
The last few weeks have been busy as hell. In addition to the 40+ at the comic book shop I took a gig at Salt Baked City Magazine as the new Art Director. It’s a time intensive part time gig and this last week has been a total bastard. Finishing the layout on Thursday was a literal 22 hour slog, aided in part by a cluster migraine … and lead to me dropping the ball on Friday.
In my tired head, the date was Friday the 3rd of December when in fact it was December 10th: Tiffany’s birthday. Yup. I was that guy. The guy who let work get in the way of celebrating the life of someone I love very much.
Serious fuck up. There is no graceful way - no actual way - to unravel a fuck up of this size. Tiffany, however, was graceful as hell about it. Sad, absolutely, but she didn’t beat me up about it. No yelling or screaming or name calling, so, I have no idea how to properly process it.
Currently soliciting ideas on how to try and make it up on Christmas.
*** MONDAY ***
Not feeling great today. The year-end fund raiser for the Podcast Network has totally popped and fizzled. I really thought this was going to be a great year for the Annoy-A-GOP-A-Thon, and - no, no it is not. LOL
*** TUESDAY ***
Come January, the network is financially screwed. Not only do we have the lump-sum hosting bill to pay, the host is now charging for emails. I’ve had free email accounts with the domains for more than a decade and this is one expense that I couldn’t see coming. Damn it.
Come January, I’m not in much better shape. I’m on the ACA Marketplace right now trying to find insurance coverage, and while there are a lot of great options, there are none, so far, for a diabetic. Insulin is expensive, and literally none of the plans that the website popped up cover insulin. Adderall, yes. I can get the zoomies, no problem, but the life saving liquid that costs pennies to make is still too expensive. America #1, you know?
*** WEDNESDAY ***
This one is starting to ramble quite a bit. It’s 630 in the morning and there’s half a foot of snow outside, finally. It was raining when I left work last night, and before I was halfway home it was a near white out.
It’s now 9:10pm. The parking lot at the Comic Book Shop was an ice sheet this evening, and of course, I ate it walking out to the car after work. Landed on my back, and winded myself - but, hey, I didn’t hit my head, so, that’s a win!
This post needed a plot structure. Sorry about that.
My back hurts reading this. What the actual fuck (re insulin).