Random Thoughts On A Sunday Night

I can't believe May is just around the corner. That means I get to pamper Artoria at the dealership. I've put about 5,500 miles on her since I brought her home, but her onboard computer will give me the popup warning message that it's been a year since her last oil change on Thursday. 

I'd like to schedule an appointment to get her serviced before my next trip... oh, did I say that out loud? I was going to hold off on that news until Wednesday's weekly update.

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I've been under the weather, full of melancholy, or both lately. I have a head cold that won't go away, but it's nothing serious enough to warrant medical attention. I didn't work out all weekend to give my body some needed rest. I've cut down on certain foods. I've had chicken noodle soup with my lunches. I'm keeping tabs on my water intake. All the good things I should be doing anyway.

My brother is out of the hospital, but he's suffering from a troubling complication from a serious event. No one has to tell me he'll likely have a poor outcome. I've expected something like this to happen for quite some time, but it still hurts watching him endure it. I tried my best to get him active and eating right when he lived next door, so obviously this is weighing me down.

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The malaise could also be from that damned Bumble study chart that I posted over the weekend. Imagine being told that 92% of women dating online will blow you off for being 5'6", something you can't control. 

Being a short king is a double edged sword. It can piss me off for the simple reason that my height was never an issue until women raised their dating standards over the past two decades. On the flip side, when I see taller men that "simp" only to get mistreated or taken advantage of by modern women I'm thankful being short is a blessing in disguise.

In case you're wondering, I posted that Bumble chart because it affects one of the main characters in my story. He's 5'9", the average height for an American male, and yet 4 out of 5 women would filter his ass out of their Bumble searches. I think he has it worse than me to be honest.

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Assuming I feel well in the morning, I think Monday would be a great day to visit Dudley's bakery for lunch and shopping. If it happens, I'm sure there will be a picture or two for y'all in Wednesday's update.