I haven’t got time for the pain
I woke up this morning, January 30th, the last Friday of January in 2026, and realized I never posted last night, so I hastily got something together and posted it.
They say it’s this morning that the cold is the coldest day of the year so far, and it certainly felt like that. I woke up on time and immediately wanted to stay in bed, but I could not.
The second four-day work week is nearly ended. Last week was planned; this past week was not.
So Mike’s boyfriend bought tickets for a cruise in May from Orlando to the Bahamas. Mike just has to get a flight from Newark to Orlando. The whole thing only works if Mike is not working.
Last night, while walking home, I was thinking about the 21st sandwich that I was going to have for dinner, tuna fish. I’m going to leave the Google errors in. As I walked up Washington Street, I saw an ad for quesadillas and realized it had been a while since I’d had one, so I went to Qdoba and ordered one.
I showed them my Qdoba card, and they said scan it and it turned out it was buy one get one free, and it was expiring that night. Whether or not it was true, I don’t know, but I bought two. I had one last night. I thought I’d eat two last night, but one was enough.
Bill is not a fan of Mexican food, so I decided to bring it to work today and heat it in the toaster oven in the kitchen. And being the idiot that I know I am, I wasn’t sure if the toaster oven was working properly, so I touched it, and within half a second, I had burned the tips of my fingers.
For the past couple of hours, it’s been bothering me. I was taking some Advil, and that seems to have done the job, or maybe it’s just time that feels that room. Or maybe it’s because I put my finger in my piss as I stood at the urinal and that seemed to do an immediate thing of dispelling the pain.
I was thinking of Kevin Wagner, who I may have written about before in the past, a former good friend whose heart I broke when I didn’t come out to him out of the closet, and he felt greatly upset, and I didn’t trust him. And like in Ted Lasso, Colin didn’t tell Jacob because he was afraid of Jacob rejecting him. It was the same thing with me, with me afraid of Kevin rejecting me, but that’s not what friends do, but that’s what I was afraid of. I have not heard from Kevin in over 40 years. I look for him online, but he does not have much of a presence at all, so I don’t even know if he’s alive.
He was a good man who married a woman named Ann and moved down to Florida, and that was the last I heard of him
