All mixed up

September 10th 2025 Wednesday. Last night hanging out with Bill was quite nice. He was driving me up the wall and loving every minute of it, when he drives me up the wall he’s usually driving a bus so it’s hectic.

I greatly enjoyed the reply last night. It gave me many laughs. We watched John Oliver and The Daily Show which was informative and funny.

Around 4:00 in the morning the smoke detector / carbon monoxide detector started making noise and I knew it would continue so I got out of bed, got on the step ladder and took apart the smoke detector/carbon monoxide detector. I’m happy to say that we did not die during the night. My sleep was interrupted by this.

Today is Wednesday which is in a strange way My Thursday since I am off on Friday that means Thursday is Friday or words to that effect.
I was hoping for a plan of renting a car and going down to the shore this weekend that only for the day but that might not happen because
Bill could not afford it so I am willing to contribute just to get out of town
Bill might be working this weekend since he did not work steady in the month of August because he was working on the play. He’s a bit broke

I suppose I’d have to be content with being by myself over the weekend which would be fine, I’d rather not but I have no say in the matter. It’s true as one gets older and goes through life little things like birthday parties don’t really matter that much although when they do happen they really do matter.

It’s a gray Wednesday at work raining is most of the day and once again I have no say in the matter.
I did read some notes about the podcast that I was thinking about doing earlier this year and it still does make sense it might be worth looking into and pursuing.

But the layout for this post is a bit screwy but I can fix it in post. I haven’t heard from Mike in about 36 hours and I’m not complaining I have enough drama in my life at the moment and I don’t need anymore from his end

And I’m glad things went out with a whimper not with a bang. Perhaps I was whimpering but things came as a shock as they slowly round to a halt.

He saw my 15 years of solo sexuality as abuse on Bill’s part but it wasn’t and I was not crying I was taking care of letters in my own hands literally I’m figuratively. Then shorty wound up in my lap he said all the right things which opened my arms as well as my legs hahaha.

It was all for nought. The well is dry the bank is closed no more for him. Let his admirers take care of him I wash my hands in a matter of Pontius Pilate or Lady Macbeth

8 minutes to lunch I have a cigar all cueued up and ready to go. I will be calling shorty around 1:10 if he answers the phone fine if he doesn’t that’s it I move on.

Should I tell him that I was hooked on him and not speaking to him for over 24 hours showed me that I ain’t hooked on him anymore.

I just saw a young man who looked like he fell far from the Michael Hutchence tree and studied too hard on perfecting a strut which made it look more like he had something in his shoe which caused him pain while walking down the street.

Today, the sky is the color of one of the topics from yesterday, lactose-free milk.

It’s a crazy guy nearby, grabbing his dick through his sweat shorts. I don’t think he’s a threat, but one never knows, do they? He paces anxiously, two steps forward, two steps back, two steps forward, two steps back.

Crazy guy has moved out of sight, not necessarily a good thing, but we shall see. Other news, Charlie Kirk was shot in the neck at a rally today. The anti-LGBT right-wing crank is dead.

The shower / The bread

Let’s start with the shower. I shower every day, it’s my routine. I wake up, I step into the shower, and I wake myself up with the water. Bill generally showers when he goes to the gym. He does not shower daily, which is fine; it’s not like he stinks.

The other day, he took a shower at home, and now the shower head is different. So much so that over the weekend, I was thinking about going to a store to buy a new shower head. Now the shower head that we have is the same shower head that we’ve had for 23 years since I moved into the apartment since we moved into the apartment. The previous tenants left it behind.

So maybe it is time to get a new shower head after 23 years. I don’t know if it’s an easy change from one shower head to another, but I guess I’ll have to find out once I get a shower head. I asked Bill what happened, and he said nothing happened. That’s how it was when he turned on the shower. Of which I have my doubts. But what’s done is done, and something has to be done.

Then there’s the bread. I buy a loaf of bread a week. On Saturday, I bought a loaf of bread, and on Sunday, I had two pieces of toast for breakfast with my eggs. I came home yesterday, and half the loaf of bread was gone. When I saw that, I said Oh my God. Bill was napping in the bedroom so he didn’t hear it.

I mentioned it this morning that he should go to ShopRite and get me some bread. That’s just how it’s been. So there’s a bit of annoyance, which is what relationships have every now and then, things are annoying, you learn to keep your mouth shut and move on. This morning, I opened up my mouth and told him what he should do.

At work, we’ve been out of milk. We were running low yesterday, and today we are basically done with it. We order supplies every week, and the milk did not come in this week. So I went out and bought some milk this morning. I asked Jimmy Chile how to get reimbursed, and he suggested contacting Yancey.

So I sent an email to Yancey telling him I bought milk and I would like to get reimbursed. That opened up a whole can of milky worms. Yancy got in touch with Marcus, much to the annoyance of Marcus, who was upset that I got in touch with Yancy and I should have told him, but I didn’t because he wasn’t seen by my eyes this morning.

And it was no big deal to walk around the block and get a half-gallon of milk. If I had known it was going to be this much trouble, I would have eaten the $5 that the half gallon cost. Much too much drama crying over spilled lactose-free milk. So Mark feels like he’s in hot water with Yancy and Yancey’s manager, and it was not my intention, I just wanted some milk.

Now I am facing an afternoon with one meeting at 1:00 p.m. scheduled to be a 30-minute meeting and another meeting at 2:00 p.m., for I don’t know how long. Supposed to be working on developmental plans for my career. I’ve never had to developmental plan in my life, but supposedly they want one for me now.

Don’t get me started on the phone call at home, not work-related.