Timelies all!

{{{Maria and BF}}}

Dana's list is pretty close to my list. Travel, travel, travel. I want to fill up a passport and need a new one just cause I ran out of pages.

I actually bought a ticket for the last drawing only because I ended up in a gas station convenience store, the guy in line ahead of me was talking about it, and it was convenient. Unless the "stars align" before the next drawing, I doubt it will happen again. Not that I even know when the drawing are.

My fever is at bay with Aleve but if I forget to take it I lose my ability to thermoregulate. But I feel fine otherwise. Well, exhausted but I'm not sniffly, I don't have sinus pain, or any other flu symptoms. I'm slowly working on putting holiday decorations away. I started last week before this hit and then everything has just sat.

Oh, crap, I never did renew my passport, I think it expired last month. Dammit.

My dad always gets a Powerball ticket, and he plans to buy a private island when he wins. I told him the current jackpot is so big he can buy SEVERAL private islands.

The stupid, it burns . . .

The woman I was talking to called over her son, who knows about computers. He needed to email a file to me, but the email program wouldn't accept my address. It finally dawned on me what I was hearing him read the address as. "Did you put the @ sign in?" "You didn't tell me to put the @ sign in!" I did, but he kept talking over me so may not have heard it, but I broke professionalism and said, "It's an email address, they always have @ signs in them."

It went downhill from there.

One of my best experiences was a joint concert at the Jones Beach Theatre. Bowie was the headliner. By the time he came out, storm clouds were rolling in off the Atlantic. He sang a song or two and then the winds picked up and the rain was coming down and lightning was a couple miles off the shore. We could see crew offstage trying to get him back undercover and to end the set. He stood out in the rain and the wind and lifted his fist to the heavens and defied God to stop his performance. And the beautiful bastard finished his set in the rain, wind, and lightning.

It went downhill from there.

All the better to roll your @s at him.

I told him the current jackpot is so big he can buy SEVERAL private islands.

I once tuned into HGTV and they had "Island Hunters," like House Hunters but with people buying private islands instead of houses.

I hated them and yet couldn't look away.

Put differently, the current jackpot is so big he can buy SEVERAL private islands for himself and for some random axe murderers on the internet. Just sayin'. (Psst, Jesse, tell your mom.)

Well, he'll probably buy an island for my brother and one for me, and I'll be nice and share my island with you guys. There will be villas with cats and also cat-free villas for the allergic among us. Dogs will roam freely, followed by attendants to scoop up poops. There will be one magical unicorn ALL FOR ME ME ME.