A bit of clarity. 10/8/2021

I started reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman. He paints the American landscape well enough, but something about the protagonist, Shadow, leaves me wanting more. He doesn't react sufficiently when facing the fantastical elements. He goes along with it as if it's every day for him. Is he supposed to be stoic? Maybe, I'm illiterate. 

I've gained all the weight I lost back in August. My hoody covers my fat for the most part and ignores the sweat from the vulgar Floridian sun. 

My hot sauce spilled all over my desk, and the smell was strong and annoying. I'm struggling to find a hot sauce I really enjoy. I'll usually find one and use it for a while, but then, for some reason, the taste becomes stale, and it ruins whatever food I drenched it in. So, I'm in the market. The one that's currently making its way under my three-hole puncher is called El Yucateco. It's a dollar and some change in the Hispanic section of your local Walmart. I don't know if Publix or other competitors sell it or not. 

"Dark, fun, and nourishing to the soul," writes Michael Chabon. His take on American Gods is interesting. Dark, yes. Fun, Yes. I wonder if I'm nourished yet.

I'm in a blank mood tonight. I'm listening to Frivolous Fox's singing Asmr on another web page, and her voice is soothing and comforts my rattled thoughts. Shit, I just remembered I forgot to buy sleeping pills. Let's pray to the Sleeping Gods for a lovely sleep-filled evening. Do you think the Sleeping Gods will appear in  Neil Gaiman's novel? Indeed, if Odin is present, so will the Gods of Slumber?

People underestimate me.

They also think low of me and expect little.

I don't even care to change their minds. I will do me and watch their shocked expressions as they watch from the fucking sidelines. Is that too aggressive? 

I had a bad week. I slid off the tracks, taking forever to get back up. Oh, what it must be like to be able to focus on something and actually finish it. I'm a disaster. I really am. 

That hot sauce reeks.