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Finally the gas bubble in my eye is gone and the green bracelet keeping me on the ground has been cut. Now I can get back to my jet setting ways and fly again. 😆

I still have more things to do to my eye. The fluid that is in my eye is still there. Doctor gave me some pills instead of a prescription to the Caribbean or Hawaii. **sigh**. We’ll see what the other eye doctor has to say next week.

Doctor also wants to go in next time and laser weld the other eye to help it not detaching. And then they were also talking about cataract surgery. The fun never ends.

Was outside the other lab refilling liquid nitrogen when I saw this small blue snake/eel slithering by. It disappeared before I could get a pic or video of it.

I didn’t feel it going into my ear or up my ass. But if the zombie apocalypse starts tomorrow in Marin, I’ll know that I’m patient zero. Or if I start acting weirder than usual.

Spilling my Starbucks on myself as I get out of the car the car wash. Good thing that I got The Works package and it’s hot af to dry myself off.

**sigh** there’s still bird crap on my car but I will look like a real dick if I don’t tip.

Took this picture and truly realized how ugly and out of shape I am. Like I knew this, but it really hasn’t clicked until this picture. Of course, mom and relatives have said I’m handsome. I’ve had a few people ask if I have done any modeling. And I have had girlfriends and other partners. But I don’t think I’ve ever have seen what other see in me.

It’s been a weird week. Videos about how men aren’t dating anymore, the 80/20 rule, articles about Viagra in older adults, best foods to increase T-levels. And I haven’t been on the socials…O.K. I did go onto Facebook to ask a question to the group of the game I’m playing. The algorithms def. smell blood in the water and are just waiting for me to pull the trigger on a Hims subscription for ED and PE medication.

Anyway, that’s how I’m feeling. The big question is this is enough for me to make a change; or will I go back to eating my triple chocolate cake slice.

I really shouldn’t be doing depression quizzes at 4-5am when I have a full day of work meetings in a few hours.

But that might be better than reading old texts from 2-3 years ago and almost sending new ones.

Nothing like hearing the couple in the next room fucking to remind you how lonely and single you are.