not (quite) again

So what happens when you hang out in the sun for half the morning and then eat a bunch of food truck fried feast for most of an afternoon and then spend the night watching fireworks and townies getting turnt while a cover band plays Dirks Bentley?

You get me spending most of the morning sleeping and Shawshank funneling Powerade into me all day.

That Flat is at one end of the main road through TinyTown, right at the beginning of the parade route. I dressed and was ready for Shawshank about 45 minutes before he would pass our walkway. Since it was nice enough outside, I brought out the speaker and the poi to enjoy some morning spin time. At the prescribed time, I went down to the road, hopped in Shawshank‘s work truck to enjoy the parade. We drove through town, waving and honking the horn, before he dropped me off on his way back to work.

I spent the rest of the afternoon getting baked and watching episodes of Teletubbies on Youtube.

We headed out to the grass when Shawshank came home from work. There were a handful of food trucks there, more than last year, or so he told me. We scoped out our choices before deciding to get protein from the taco truck and a fried potato from the spiral spud truck. I pet a duck and the duck DID NOT APPROVE. Then we came home and did home things. Shawshank made a small, late dinner for us, and we killed time with TV and Tiktok until it was late enough to go back and enjoy the concert and fireworks.

I drank and smoked and

we watched the locals get white girl wasted. A bunch of glowstick-wielding kids defeated me in a rave battle. I streamed the firework show on Tiktok. We came home around midnight, and crashed.

I woke up with my stomach protesting everything I put in it yesterday. I thought it was going to be a really rough day. Things started off with nearly the same feeling I get when one of the bad sick days comes on. Thankfully, shit wasn’t nearly that bad. I slept most of the morning, curled up in a ball in my corner of the couch. Shawshank went to the store at lunchtime and came home with some Powerade. I had been dealing with some chills around the same time, and I opted to warm up in the shower while he was out. I’ve been on a 30-min schedule of him pushing electrolytes into me ever since I dried off, one shot of red liquid at a time. I’ve also eaten a strawberry Poptart.

I’m mostly existing right now. Shawshank‘s had Star Trek stuff on all day, I’m almost done with the Powerade. I’m debating what to eat, if anything, for dinner.