Retard Juice.

Yesterday was Pi Day and I never even heard a single thing about it online, on the TV or radio news until once later in the day but my hubby knew(being a nerd) and was all excited about it and even  bought a cherry pie and wore this special shirt he had made with some abstract obtuse nerd mathematical formula on it that no one but a math nerd would even understand. Something to do with Pi( which we all know is 3.14) and him and the youngest have even memorized some over 100 or so digits of (they have some kind of competition going on who can memorize the most)and I never had any interest in. 

It's math.

The bane of my existance.

3.14 is good enough for me.

...and really all I even remember of Pi now is it's the Greek letter for "P" and the Cyrillic Russian "P" also looks similar.

I also heard online someone said the funniest thing ever and it just cracked me up and I laughed my ass off: they referred to alcohol as RETARD JUICE. 😂

My hubby also finally was able to reg'd for his chess tournament online afterall; he just had to switch browsers on his computer! I remember I also had to do that to get Twitter back.

Today we also have yet another weather advisory/warning for snow AND freezing rain but then going up to 7C and rain and  yesterday I smoked some good weed and grooved listening to Santana and Hendrix and when I sat outside at night the sky was star-less except for just one lonely star unless it wasn't even a star at all but the International Space Station,  and I wonder as well if maybe the reason I don't want to do anything or go anywhere since Buddy died is deep down I feel I shouldn't and don't "deserve"  to be happy or have fun without him in my life anymore and next month it will be a year already.

I can't seem to recall anything in all of my years of living that has made my life worthwhile. There's nothing that I enjoy living for. Yeah the sun's warm and the ocean is beautiful but I wouldn't mind not being born at all.-Ari