I Can Poop In My Own Home!

It took about six months to get here, but yesterday I got my toilet set back up after the mold debacle was finally resolved. 

What did I do in the interim? I had to use a bathroom on another floor. What about emergencies, you ask? You didn't, but I'm going to tell you anyway. Zorbi makes special bags for this and you can get them on Amazon.

The bathroom reno isn't done, but I can shower and poop, so it's a hell of a lot better.

With all I've had to endure with this project, I get fucking annoyed when I see someone in my building not wearing a mask. Particularly when they have one hanging from their car mirror for work.

I had to pack, unpack, repack, and unpack my shower stuff regularly. I had to remember a towel. I didn't one time, but luckily had a tiny towel for my hair with me that time. 

I didn't have the option to just stay inside my unit and avoid fucking maskholes who refuse to wear masks during a fucking pandemic.

Anyway, I feel less stressed now and I'm thankful I didn't get diarrhea during this time!

Odd Dreams

I'm not sure if it's the weather, but I've been having strange dreams. In one, I took my 78-year-old mother touring around my hometown on a motorized scooter, but just foot paths and things that only pedestrians access. In another, I got a new trumpet and it started bubbling and spitting out a clear liquid and hair. I also dreamed about taking my media PC tower places to do work while somehow also being a student. There was some device that would let me access it from anywhere that I didn't know about. And I dreamed about doing karate spin kicks. There didn't seem to be a purpose to them. Perhaps it was just about fun?

And I've had a number of inline skating dreams lately where I could do cool things like grinds. I really want to get at least one down this year.

If you want to know how I'm doing on my goals, please click here.