Random Ramblings CCCLXXXIII · 6:45am Sep 19th, 2019
IN WHICH I TOOK 3 WEEKS TO WRITE 600 WORDS
Hey, y'all. It's been awhile. Have some Perfume.
There's been a lot I've wanted to talk about but I wanted to wait until I had horsewords for you. Join me on the flip.
SO… My birthday was last Tuesday. Normally I write a blog on my birthday where I say "It's my birthday and I'm getting drunker." But I was extremely tired and, for once, really was a little tipsy.
For those of y'all who read my previous blog, the Weird Al concert went well. The show itself was a blast and meeting him afterward was neat, although I wish I had had more time to think about what I wanted to say to him. Also I managed to accidentally lose the photo I took with him. I can access it online if I want to, and I may if you're curious to know what I look like, even though I've already described myself in some detail at various points in these nearly 400 blogs.
I stayed at the home of a friend that I was pleased to learn was still my friend even after my girlfriend dumped me.
On the way back home, I stopped by the town in which I first attempted college just to see what had changed and what hadn't. The experience is percolating in my brain and could lead to a non-MLP short story. If so, y'all will be among the first to know.
After four years of writing blogposts, most of you don't know my real name, but you definitely have seen my inner demons both in blog form and through my work. Maybe that's why the bulk of my readers seem to prefer it when I do sad/mental-case Sunset, as that often draws from real experience and that shines through in subtle ways on the page.
Anyway, I went out to a fancy place on my actual birthday. Then the next day I went to see Blue Man Group as they begin their "Speechless" Tour. That was also a blast. That Friday, my dad -- who had only recently gotten out of the hospital (again) -- took me and my mother out to dinner at the local Louisiana Creole restaurant just down the street from my home. He was in high spirits despite literally looking like he'd been through the wringer. Cancer + multiple complications during recovery will do that. And yet he's still working. He'll be like his dad (my grandpa) -- working until the day before he dies. And that's fine for him. He runs the family business and I'm not qualified to take it over because I never went to grad school to get my J.D. -- I don't handle stress, like, at all, especially school stress, so even though I know I could DO Law, I worried the stress of yet more school would kill me or drive me to kill myself.
Speaking of which, I've had to deal with the demons a lot the past couple weeks. I literally spent most of the past weekend asleep. As in, I'm not sure I was awake for 12 hours out of the 48+-hour period. It got on my mother's nerves. She thinks it's my crazy pills. I'm pretty sure it isn't. I just don't want to deal with anyone and my bed is comfy so I'll fall asleep while listening to stuff.
I did FINALLY return to the gym last night. Debating whether I should do so tonight (Thursday overnight) or tomorrow.
On Sunday I head for Kansas City -- or more specifically Independence -- to crash at a friend's house in preparation for the Babymetal show in KC Monday night. I would have gone to Dallas instead had I also been able to score tickets to Band-Maid, but alas. Oh well, at least I get to save a couple hundred bucks (or more) by crashing with people I know, even if I have to drive several miles to get to the venue.
Still a little worried, because I'm a total basket case.
AND I'm heading out to see Babymetal in their first American arena show just outside Los Angeles in October. I've already made all the arrangements …except buying a smartphone to be able to download a taxi app (Uber & Lyft use surge pricing, and I shudder to think what they'd charge on a Friday night after a multi-thousand person concert lets out, while traditional taxis charge a flat rate).
Okay, on to story stuff. Because of my rather heavy depression, I've been unable to do much of any writing, but I wanted to get SOMETHING out for you just to confirm I'm still alive (kind of).
I'm not interesting in "serious" writing right now. I just want to shitpost. That's why you're getting EQUESTRIA GIRLS from me. There's something I love about Sunset being a straight-man while everything around her is absolutely crazy.
My apologies that Burger-Belle and The Great One haven't shown up yet. They will. I'll make sure of it.
I'm also sorry this chapter is so short, but I consider myself lucky to have written anything at all. I desperately wanted to finish at least one more entry before leaving for KC, and I've accomplished that.
So… yeah. That's all the news from here for now. Not dead yet. (accomplishment)
Peace out.
Huh I don't think I caught your previous blog. Strange.
I'm glad the concert went well, and happy Birthday! I'd love to see the photo if it makes you happy! We haven't spoken in a long time!
Would love to see an MLP short, and glad you still have a friend. :)
I'm bad with stress too kinda, I know how you feel.
Have fun with Babymetal They're pretty good. :)
Np on the writing front, take your time. I'm still healing while I try to get at least one chapter out this month. Been enjoying therapy.