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I’m not dead, but this feels familiar

I have been daywalking since Wednesday. For those not familiar “daywalking” is the vampire term for being up after sunrise. And also for those not familiar I have a customer loyalty card for Charon’s ferry service with a free spa day at the Elysian Fields resort and spa after the next 4 times I die. So being dead is not unusual for me, it just isn’t a frequent thing. And when I’m daywalking it feels a lot like when I was dead, like April Fools is just another day and all that is just part of a normal day.

I finished the taxes today, and for a guy who doesn’t have a steady income, I sure get a lot of taxes withheld. I’m getting back over a grand, $1K, a kilobuck, on whatever I made last year, which as I recall was not as much as I’m getting back. Don’t ask me, I never understood my finances since the wreck. Basically it looks like money just appears in my bank account after I do something fun and useful. I don’t recall actually working last year, I didn’t get any gigs from the company that gets me stuff cleaning up machine translated documents as the “Christmas Rush” starts about the same time as the pandemic hit. This is because the schedules for making stuff for Christmas is about a year behind actual Christmas. Designs begin in mid-to-late December, ad copy and packaging starts in February, I start getting stuff to clean up in late March through September and my “pay” comes August through November. The pay I get is in the form of store-specific gift cards like Amazon or other on-line retailers that since it is non-fungible is also not taxable. So this is from the IRA, or something else connected with the trust fund, or just appeared in my tax return out of nowhere. And you know what? “Just appeared out of nowhere” seems like “Peak 2020” to me right now. So many strange things happen to me recently that returns on taxes I didn’t know were withheld from income I don’t remember getting is in a bizarre way, normal.

I better check my customer loyalty card to see if I have any more checks on it, I might have died again. Nope, still four more trips to go for my premium. So, I at least didn’t get killed again in 2020.🤔

On the other strange thing going on I’m still getting 18 YO and up women sending me nudes and topless pictures through Facebook and other social media sites I’m on, at least I hope they over 18. Not that I object to getting pictures from/of attractive women, it’s just that so many of them think I will find them more attractive when their cup size is D or higher, and to be totally honest I have had more than enough of big boobed women. I have had lady friends in the F-J range, and even Mrs. the Poet is a D on a bad day and DD or larger on a good day. If you want to impress me, be of age and an A cup and don’t “enhance” it. Be proud of who you are and what you have, even if that means standing twice to cast a shadow, and never wondering if you got polish on all your toenails, or never having to contort to see to tie your shoes. You’re not flat, you’re streamlined for reduced fuel consumption. You’re “fun-sized”, “convenient travel sized”, “no leftovers single-serve”. And not coincidentally, you haven’t been sending me pictures on social media, either.

Still trying to maintain a daywalker sleep schedule

It’s a major pain in the tookus, but I’m trying to get and remain on a diurnal sleep schedule. I was up as long as I could stand it yesterday, then took a long nap right as the sun went down. With the weather finally stable for a bit my sinus headache is faded into history, which improves my outlook considerably. Hard to be positive when it feels like you’re getting punched in the face.

On other things I’m doing a little IT stuff for the woman we used to rent a room to back before Mrs. the Poet retired. She’s been trying to do her unemployment through her cell phone, but the touchscreen keyboard isn’t working well for her when she’s trying to use the TX unemployment system. Basically it’s not a Mobile-friendly website. And considering I saw Win98 (not 98SE) computers in their offices last time I tried to use their job-hunting system when Win7 was coming out, well let’s just say their IT is nowhere near the cutting edge by several generations of computers. And their web site is about the same, nothing close to cutting edge, just about a half a step above “barely functional”. The best that can be said about it is it works well with a regular computer.

And because thinking about it makes me mad, I’m not going to write any more about how my tax dollars are wasted and not providing services to citizens.

The relationship between us and the woman we used to rent a room to is, peculiar. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s not sexual, although there is some tension about it in the relationship. I just don’t know about it. Mrs. the Poet says this other woman is lonely, and needs to be around people, and we seem to be the only people she gets to be around. I wish I had the words to describe it, but this is beyond the vocabulary I have. She’s about the same age as Mrs. the Poet, just a couple of weeks younger. They even have birthdays in the same month…

And after those epic posts of the last few days I seem to have run out of words I can share for today.