Random Thoughts On A Thorsday Eve

And today shall be another day in the life!

I’ll have quite a busy few hours with Miku later this morning, and hopefully with the top down. Yesterday’s marine layer along the coast was in a murderous mood. If battle gray is the color of the Union Army, then the weather made the Civil War look like a shoving match. Yet for all its bluster and its ten miles an hour offshore winds, it didn’t rain where I live. Today looks more promising.

Once I’m done with my two laps around the block, I’ll stop by the bank to deposit a couple of checks. Unlike the recent teeth cleaning at the dentist, I do not look forward to this visit. I’ve become aware that women are using their jobs to scout available men. Last week a teller with more plastic on her chest and face than a 1990s Pontiac minivan got a nice dopamine hit while flirting with my bank accounts. Believe me when I tell you she would’ve been ambivalent towards me if those accounts had two or three digits missing in front of the comma.

Afterward, I’ll officially declare tax season as a motherfucker. My next stop is either an Office Depot or a UPS store, where I’ll scan a couple of 1099s and proof of health insurance into PDF files. Then the waiting game begins. The last of my consolidated 1099 forms should be ready after my Palm Desert getaway. Then I’ll pray my tax professional does my tax return right the first time unlike last year. I always pay in the end, but how much is the big question. Last year it was a pittance. This year I have four figure capital gains from a couple of stock sales to fret about.

The comics shop across town has always been my sanctuary, and that’s my next stop. I’ll pick up a handful of random comics to read, plus have a long chat with an employee that knows all my secrets. She’s seen me at my lightest and heaviest weights, as well as my biggest and smallest net worth. I have no plans for Singles Awareness Day, and I’m sure she's likewise. I have a long standing rule of not shitting where I eat, but there’s a small part of me that wants to ask her out. However, I’ll likely abstain from any chance of getting labeled a creep or worse in today’s social environment.

The rest of the day will be spent trying to invent another excuse for me to avoid creating character sheets for supporting characters in my soon to be written novel.

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I may visit Best Buy or the dealership to explore the possibility of installing a dash cam. I had a harrowing road rage incident over the weekend that involved a maniac whose Korean crap can was already damaged before he received his plates from San Quentin or Atascadero. 

I'll spare you the deets but I will say this: Three decades ago I once told someone I wouldn't be afraid if someone pulled a gun on me. I proved I'm a man of my word this weekend.