This was a real Nextdoor post--kind of. I added the possum. There are many variations of this, but they are always funny. None, however, are as hilarious as the original.
V-day with mom. Then home to make my dinner. I could eat meatloaf, broccoli, and mashed potatoes at the facility with mom--for $25! Rather, I had a pot of meat stew on the stove.
Ate alone on the deck. Later, I watched a silly cop movie on Netflix with Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. I'll never get that time back. Maybe that's why I slept so poorly. That or a million other reasons. I should quit drinking again. I should stay off my computer, and especially quit making those silly movies I've been making that I get such a kick out of. I should quit pissing and moaning about my life and focus.
I will. I swear.
Here's the photo on the sticky paper thing I have to wear at the rehab facility. They take the photo and print it out in nothing flat. I want one. I'd use it. It's like the old dot matrix images from the wayback, but better. I'd bet dollars to donuts that Warhol would have a ball with it.
Wait! I have an idea. I'll be right back.
Well, nice idea, but no dice. I was going to make something but A.I. had other ideas.
WTF?
Oh, well. . . I said I was going to give that up anyway. I think I'll read. I've heard that's a good thing to do. I'll be like one of "those people" who take walks and reads books and recycles.
"Hello, Mona. Your garden looks lovely. How about this weather?"
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