June 16th 2017

Quotidian misanthropy in People suck. Cats are awesome. Dogs are alright.

  •  June 16, 2017, 8:38 a.m.
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The Male ordered the new wall paper. I think he found the best wallpaper pattern in all of the internet. Skulls or spiders would improve it, but no thing’s perfect. This is it: http://www.ebay.com/itm/331950049826?_trksid=p2057872.m2749.l2649&ssPageName=STRK%3AMEBIDX%3A it
The MRI was a nightmare, but diazepam kept me from literally running away; and afterwards we had some surprisingly nice cafeteria food, (pork chops with fruit on them, and cheesecake). I got a letter from the MRI department yesterday, saying that it was normal; so “yay” for not having a brain tumor, or whatever the neurologist thought I might have, I guess. I should just be glad that I don’t need neurosurgery, but part of me is irritated that I had to go through that for more or less nothing. And knowing that my neurology isn’t “normal”, I’m wondering why a neurologist apparently can’t identify common autism spectrum disorder in an MRI. Is it still a “murky” science, or are MRIs just not that detailed? Or is my neurologist an idiot? He’s an overweight Indian with a unibrow, who looks like he’d be more at home wrapped in loose fitting cloth, sitting atop a large rock, and chanting mantras to Shiva; but I try not to judge a book by its proverbial cover.
We had a new air conditioner delivered Fed Ex from Wal Mart while the Male was at work. Between Wal-Mart, Amazon, Target, Ebay, and Kmart/Sears online, there’s very little need to actually go anywhere to buy anything; and I like that. Agoraphobes, social anxiety sufferers, and autistics everywhere are quietly rejoicing at the evolution of home delivery. My cats are loving it too, what with the big cardboard boxes that they get to hide in, sit on, and claw up before they go in the recycling bin.
I’m going to the next Sheriff’s auction to see what things sell for firsthand, compared to their minimum bids. The local tax assessor’s website has been less than helpful in that regard; and I need to know whether or not we’re going to be trying to sell this place, before I go painting half the interior black.
And now I’m going back to sleep.

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