Nothing Lasts Forever.


July 22, 2021 by sandwichcontrol

Even box mix cakes with pink icing and sprinkles.

The word of the day is: Octopus.

[ ok-tuh-puhs ]
noun, plural oc·to·pus·es, oc·to·pi  [ok-tuh-pahy].
any octopod of the genus Octopus, having a soft, oval body and eight sucker-bearing arms, living mostly at the bottom of the sea.
something likened to an octopus, as an organization with many forms of far-reaching influence or control.

Yesterday was a long, normal day.

Nothing too crazy.

Nothing super dull.

My new meds still make me very sleepy.

The best way I can describe it is this…

You know when you’re almost asleep and then you suddenly jerk awake?

They’re called actually called “hypnic jerks”.

(I used to play keytar for Hypnic Jerks.)


That’s kind of the state I stay in all day.

Like sudden noises or contact makes me jump a mile.

But it’s not fear that makes me jump.

It’s the same sensation as a hypnic jerk.

More like a confused startling than actually being afraid.

Does that make sense to anyone else?

It makes sense to me, but that could be the drugs talking.

And it’s not like I’m falling asleep when I get startled.

Yesterday Jitterbug and I went for a walk and she unexpectedly, lightly touched my arm.

I nearly came out of my skin.

It’s akin to being Cosmo Kramer on Seinfeld.




But not the fun parts of being Kramer.

Speaking of fun, I’ve got to start working out again on Monday.

Running is unbearable in this weather and I’ve discovered just how many Oreos I can eat before my stomach starts to hurt.

Both of which are not conducive to my health staying on the good side of slowly dying from being alive.

So Monday the iron pumping resumes.

Fall and Spring are gonna be run seasons.

Summer and Winter are gonna be weight training seasons.

Until I get a $10,000 treadmill or indoor bike in the house surrounded by oscillating fans, that is.

Then I’ll just have to add weights to my runs or rides so that my arms don’t shrivel away.

And it’ll help me stay in shape for going on long backpacking trips.

Gotta be able to carry 40-50 pounds on my back for 10 or so miles a day for a week at a time.

Don’t you just love my optimism?

Like I have time to be away from my world for a whole week.


Anyway, a boy can dream.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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