Saturday afternoon/night we celebrated my anti-birthday. It’s Mike’s way of
throwing me a birthday party. I hate celebrating my birthday. So we don’t do
cake or any of that. We had a blast. Mike threw a ton of chicken on the smoker
and friends brought dishes and we even had fresh gator tail. Our friend Lonnie
had hunted an eleven foot alligator. Man was it tasty. I love fried gator tail.
It tastes like a chicken and a fish had a baby. Reptiles are yummy!
I discovered the pure pleasure that is birthday cake flavored vodka. It
tastes just like cake. It is really good in small doses. I savored a couple of
shots of that while I was cleaning up the big mess. That’s the great part about
not getting fucked up anymore; I can function to clean up the mess, real time.
I don’t have to drag myself out of bed all hung over and face a huge mess. It’s
nice. I’m learning moderation. I must be mellowing with age. I know my body’s
limits. I might test them a little but, don’t push them anymore.
So, I wasn’t in bed with a hang over. I was in bed because I wanted to be
and because I have had a headache for nearly a week. It isn’t a migraine. Those
meds don’t work on it. It isn’t a tension headache; muscle relaxers don’t work.
It is a headache that I get that is at the base of my skull right near your
brain stem. It happens because my brain is too big for my head so it pushes out
of the hole back there. The only way to fix it is to make that hole bigger.
Well, you can imagine what that would entail. Totally not worth it. I know the
headache will eventually subside. It is just a dull ache and barely noticeable when
I am concentrating on something. That’s why reading in bed is good for me. I
put the heating pad on my neck and just lay back and go to some other world
inside my Kindle. I wish I could do the same thing today but too much laziness
isn’t good for me. I got up about 6:30 so that I could see Mike before he went to
work. I was totally bummed to find that I did not have coffee in the house. I had to
settle for tea. It did a sufficient job of waking me up. With the caffeine in
my system I set about cleaning the floors. They were yucky. Now I’m working
dispatching calls. I love it. It is so much fun. Some poor dude just got cock
blocked by his credit card company. It’s kind of humorous when that happens.
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